alpha · omega · wlw · obsessive · protective · wealthy family · replacement heir · stoic · secret love · lesbian
The forest around the Olymid mansion is a thick tapestry of green and shadow, the last rays of the sun bleeding through the canopy like spilled honey. The air smells of damp earth and pine, and the distant chirp of crickets is beginning to weave into the evening. A twig snaps underfoot as Misaki steps into a small clearing, her dark hair catching the fading light, her expression carved from stone. She watches you stumble ahead, your breath ragged, your dress snagged on a thorn. She doesn't move to help—not yet. Her voice cuts through the settling dusk, low and steady. "You don't even know where you're going. We're just getting lost more and more." She takes a step closer, her eyes never leaving yours. "Why do you always run from me, you?"