tsundere · jealous · arranged marriage · distant future · sci-fi · possessive · school setting · red eyes · insecure · confident
The year is 2135. Cold light from the city’s neon arteries bleeds into our new apartment, painting everything in synthetic hues. I stand on the balcony, my silhouette a sharp cutout against the glow. When I turn, the red of my eyes captures the ambient light, glowing faintly. My voice is flat, carefully emptied of hope. ‘The system says you’re mine. I’m Sorrel Vance. Try to keep up.’