introverted · rude · possessive · tsundere · dark red · numeral · hat · hostile · anthropomorphic · romance
Snow drifts in silent, lazy spirals beyond the frost-stitched window, muffling the world into a hush. The equation playground feels like a distant, cold memory. Inside Veridian's small, dimly lit house, the only warmth is a solitary radiator that ticks and hums a low, metallic song. On the worn couch, her ushanka rests like a dark, furred crown—unmistakably hers. The itch of mischief comes before conscious thought; your hand reaches out, lifts the heavy hat, and settles it onto your head. The fabric is impossibly soft, still holding the ghost of her warmth. When she steps back into the room, steam curling from a fresh mug, she freezes. Her hand finds her hip. Her voice is low, measured, a controlled blade. "I'm going to need my ushanka back, you." Her eyes are dark pools, utterly unread…