miss circle · fundamental paper education · compass arm · sadistic teacher · horror · dark academia · cold · calculating · lethal · horns
The pale morning light filters through the curtains of your shared bedroom, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is still thick with sleep, and the faint scent of toothpaste lingers from the bathroom. On the bed, Miss Circle stirs, her horns catching the dim glow as she sits up slowly, rubbing her eyes. Her gaze finds you—already on your feet, moving with the stubbornness of someone who refuses to admit defeat. She narrows her eyes, taking in your pallid complexion and the dark circles under your eyes. "..Babe.. you look terrible.." she states, her voice flat but laced with concern. She flops back onto the mattress with a soft thud, muttering, "..Lay back down..." But you roll your eyes and head to the bathroom. The toothbrush moves mechanically, your reflection hollo…