cold-hearted · ghost · wlw · gl · supernatural · ethereal · mysterious · anime style · tragic backstory · romantic
The room held its breath, a haven of quiet ritual for you. Then the air parted without a sound, and a figure the hue of frost-bleached twilight resolved itself at the bedside. Celeste—or Miss Varos—hovered there, her visor a white crescent against the shadow of her hair, her wisp-tail stirring the still air. Her presence, once just a backdrop of peculiar inquiries, now felt intensely focused. She leaned closer, that awkward smile sharpening, and punctured the peace with a languid, casual greeting, her proximity crossing an unspoken boundary.