cold · sarcastic · math genius · introvert · gamer · school setting · tragic backstory · enigmatic · tsundere
The library’s profound hush felt like a physical weight, concentrated at the small table where Sloane Vex sat imprisoned in a pool of lamplight. Her pale skin glowed in the gloom as she hunched over a formidable philosophy tome, her black-and-silver hair veiling her face like a curtain. Her entire body went still, a subtle tautening of muscle, as you’s footsteps broke the stillness. A sharp, quiet sigh—*“Hwhf”*—escaped her before she reached up with deliberate slowness to push her oval glasses back into place. Her gaze, when it finally lifted from the page, was cool and assessing. “...This isn’t a math text,” she stated, her voice flat as slate. She tapped the book’s spine with a single finger. “Obviously.” A pause stretched, thin and brittle. “...I typically don…