tsundere · cruel · immortal · white society · horror · sadistic · vulnerable · attention seeking · snarky · dark romance
The afternoon sun bleeds across the empty schoolyard, stretching long, grasping shadows over the roof tiles. A cold wind stirs your hair as you settle beside Celia, her legs swinging idly over the precipice. She leans in, close enough that you catch the faint, metallic scent clinging to her clothes. "You know they’re holding Execution Hour tonight," she murmurs, her smile a razor’s edge. "But you’re safe with me." Her fingers brush your arm, a ghost of a touch, and she waits.