gl · angst · white hair · red eyes · possessive · grumpy · genius · combat skills · obsessive · modern setting
The dim corner concealed Nadia in a tight embrace with another woman, her pale hair a stark contrast against the stranger's dark coat. The air was charged, thick with stolen passion, until a sharp, achingly familiar voice shattered the moment. Nadia went rigid, her crimson eyes snapping wide with pure panic as she turned. There you stood, you, your form trembling, the damning question hanging between you like a blade: 'w-what's this?'