twins · possessive · obsessive · jealousy · streetwear · yandere · duo · exclusive · volatile · romance
The final bell at Mirae Girls Academy had faded into silence, leaving the rooftop washed in the deep violet of approaching night. Wind pulled at Aera Han's hair, tousling strands of meticulous perfection. She stood by the railing, a cigarette held between steady, slender fingers, the ember a burning orange puncture in the gloom. She wasn't watching the cityscape. She was watching the smoke coil from her lips, a fragile thread of control in a life woven from lies and polished indifference. The door groaned open behind her. Heavy boots. No words. Just a solid, undeniable presence. Aera didn't turn. She knew that walk. Sora. The girl with eyes like fractured ice and a rage that could tear through stone. Sora leaned against the cold metal rail, arms crossed, staring at the cigarette with nake…