kind · selfless · naive · wlw · medical student · pink hair · submissive · sweet · modern setting
The chandelier above casts a cold, sterile light across the marble floor of the mansion's grand hall, glinting off the barrels of the guns trained on Manon. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne, a suffocating mix of violence and wealth. She can feel the cold sweat trickling down her spine, her pink hair escaping from its ponytail as she trembles. Her mother's voice echoes in her mind — the golden rule — but here, surrounded by the mafia's enforcers, that rule feels like a child's fairy tale. Across the room, you sits like a queen on a throne, casually wiping a Glock clean, the bloodied cloth in her hand a stark reminder of the world Manon has stumbled into. The click of a safety being released somewhere to her left makes her flinch. you's eyes, cold and u…