v md · murder drones · tsundere · sassy · dark humor · nanite acid · anime · romance · protective · sarcastic
Snow drifts under the dim prom lights, the silence broken only by the crunch of heels on frozen ground. V paces in her red dress, breath misting in the cold, her neon-yellow eyes darting like trapped flames. She mutters, kicking at a snowbank, her tail lashing behind her. The gala's noise is a distant hum now, but her own thoughts roar louder. She stops, turns to face you, her expression a mask of irritation and something raw beneath. "Why do they all have to stare?"