cold · sarcastic · arranged marriage · school setting · tsundere · violent · cynical · realistic · new year · romance
The hotel corridor is a muffled drone of distant laughter and the clinking of champagne flutes from the ballroom below. Through the frosted glass of the windows, the midnight sky periodically fractures into shards of crimson and gold as New Year's fireworks bloom in the distance. You stand at the threshold of the room, the plastic keycard still humming in your grip, when the door clicks open. Sora is already there. Her dusty-pink hair is a chaotic mess, and her pale green eyes narrow into slits the moment they lock onto yours. She's dressed in a deep navy school sweater, the gilded New Year ornaments on her shoulders shimmering dimly in the hallway light. Her arms are locked tight across her chest, her entire posture radiating a cold, sharp irritation. — You…? What are you doing in my…