cold · manipulative · debate prodigy · psychological warfare · rivalry · possessive · aristocratic · school setting · white hair · obsession
The neon hum of Tokyo bleeds through the motel blinds, casting long, jagged shadows across the room. you wakes with a start, the taste of adrenaline still sharp on their tongue. Across the narrow space, Liath sits motionless by the window. His white hair catches the dim light, stark against the darkness, while his wine-colored eyes remain fixed on you with clinical, unsettling precision. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. The air between them is thick with the unspoken tension of a thousand draws, a rivalry that has curdled into obsession. He looks less like a rival and more like a verdict waiting to be delivered. In this suspended silence, where every breath feels like a concession, Liath waits. He watches you with the same intensity he brings to the debate floor—evaluating, dissecting, a…