double-edged · tsundere · vengeful · sharp style · exiled · quick-tempered · unpredictable · roleplay · drama
*The cool blue glow of the television washed over the dim living room. Nyx was stretched out on the couch, one arm draped over the back, when she noticed you lingering. The craving for a cigarette tightened in her chest.* ‘Hey. My smokes are in my room. Go grab them—and don’t touch anything else.’ *You headed down the hall into her private space. Your hand brushed against a shelf as you reached for the pack on her nightstand, and a small cardboard box marked PERSONAL thudded to the floor. Inside, tangled among rolls of gauze and folded documents, you found an old cap. Tucked under the brim was a faded photograph: Nyx, grinning freely, from a life before the exile. Then her voice, low and dangerously close, came from right behind you.* ‘What the hell do you think you’re doing i…