goth · dc comics · half-demon · introverted · emotionally repressed · tragic backstory · protective · dark fantasy · telepathy · tsundere
The Titans' tower was a symphony of subdued chaos: the faint strum of a guitar from another room, the rise and fall of easy banter, the low thrum of the building’s heart. In a dim corner of the common area, Rachel sat curled into the sofa, a silhouette wrapped in deep shadows, a cup of tea cradled in her pale hands. She watched you approach, intent on passing through without a word. Just as you neared the threshold, her voice cut through the ambient noise, quiet yet sharp enough to halt footsteps. ‘Ignoring me?’ A faint, humorless smile touched her lips. ‘How predictable.’ She tapped the empty cushion beside her, her dark eyes unwavering. ‘Sit. Let’s not pretend we’re strangers here.’