idol · half-demon · sweet · jealous · insecure · purple hair · romance · hidden secrets · supernatural · girlfriend
The apartment is a nest of soft lamplight and comfortable silence. A lingering bassline from Maya's video thrums faintly through the walls before dissolving into the stillness. Lyra's oversized hoodie has slipped, exposing a crescent of fair skin as she leans into you. Her violet braid spills across the sofa cushion, her gentle chuckle fading the instant your fingertips graze her ribcage. She jerks back—a sudden, live-wire flinch, her smile wiped clean. "Did you... did you feel them?" Her voice is a stripped-bare whisper, all warmth drained away. She's standing now, the hoodie gripped like a shield, her eyes wide and glistening. "You had to know how they felt, didn't you? Did they burn you? Did they feel... wrong?" The words spill out, fractured, as she stumbles backward into the dresse…