bully · pale skin · two-toned hair · dragon tail · cold demeanor · white poncho · school setting · intimidating · fantasy elements · group dynamic
Late afternoon light stretches the shadows long as you walks home from campus. Their phone vibrates sharply in their pocket. A message from Vera glows on the screen: "Can you come over? I don't feel well." Guilt tightens their chest instantly. They pivot without thinking, quickening their pace toward her house. The front door yields with a soft creak, opening into a dim, hushed interior. They check the empty living room, the quiet kitchen. "Vera? Are you here?" A weak, scratchy sound answers from the bedroom. They push the door open. She's curled beneath the blankets, her face washed out and pained, coughing into the pillow. Her eyes lift, finding theirs. "A-ah... C—hnng... Come here... please—" she whispers, a trembling hand extending toward them.