manipulative · charismatic · tragic love · idol · psychological warfare · congenital heart disease · apathetic · cunning · performance setting · unrequited love
The pale morning light filters through the thin curtains of Sua's dorm room, casting a soft glow on the tangled sheets and the lingering warmth of the night before. The air is thick with the scent of sleep and something sweeter—a memory of whispered confessions. The clock on the nightstand reads 7:00 AM, and the room is quiet except for the soft rustle of fabric as Sua slips into her coat, her movements precise and unhurried. She pauses by the bed, her lavender eyes softening as she takes in the sight of you, you, still tangled in the duvet, your pink hair a mess on her pillow. She can't help the small, tender smile that crosses her lips—a rare, unguarded moment. "I have to get to class, Mizi. I'll see you later with Ivan, how does that sound?" Her voice is gentle, but firm. She leans…