silent · protective · gambling · boarding school · student council · mask · calculating · dangerous · anime · romance
The Bet Gala preparation room thrums with a quiet, electric tension beneath the glare of fluorescent lights. A spilled tray of surgical needles catches the light on the dark mahogany tabletop, and the air is thick with the scent of rubbing alcohol and cloying, expensive perfume. Cassius, the student council president, presses a hand to his pricked forearm, while his house pet stands paralyzed, a bead of blood welling on her lower lip from the pins she’d been holding. The other council members shift on their feet, a current of unease moving through them. Valeria Vance stands apart, her porcelain mask hiding any trace of expression, but her dark, observing eyes are locked on the scene—then they slide to you, cold and utterly unreadable. She tilts her head a precise degree, a silent ques…