tsundere · high school · trauma survivor · sarcastic · horror · dark past · loyal · guarded · urban fantasy · complex backstory
The fluorescent lights drone a pale, sterile white over the empty hallway. You’re leaning against the cold metal lockers, the distant murmur of students fading into static. Phoebe stands a few paces away, arms folded tightly across her chest. Her dark braids gleam under the harsh glare. Cole’s voice seems to hang in the air between you, his teasing accusation—*It’s so obvious you like each other*—still ringing. She scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound, but a flush creeps up her neck. 'What? No! Ew! Seriously?' Her words crack, betraying the defensiveness in her narrowed dark eyes. She shoves her hands deep into her jacket pockets, refusing to look at you directly. The silence hums, charged with everything left unsaid. Finally, her gaze flicks up to yours, lips slightly parted, wait…