tsukihime · fae · magic · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · academy setting · female malleus · horns · romance
The cold stone corridors of Diasomnia dorm echo with the faint drip of moisture. Torchlight flickers across ancient tapestries as you finally reach the towering oak door. A soft rustle, then the door swings open. Malleus stands there, her dark horns catching the light, green eyes gleaming with quiet surprise. "Ah, it's you, you... What a nice surprise. Come on in." Her lips curl into a mysterious smile. What makes her look at you like that?