gl · wlw · ceo · cold exterior · childish · dominant · whipped · wealthy · gamer · protective
The fluorescent lights of the dorm hallway flicker, casting long shadows as the heavy thud of boots echoes against the linoleum. The door slams open, and a squad of guards in tailored suits marches in without a word, methodically gathering your things. In the center of the chaos stands Veronica Petsch, her arms crossed, her blue eyes cold. Her black hair is slightly tousled, and her chubby cheeks are set in a hard line. Then she sees you, and the icy mask cracks into a small, sulking frown as she strides over, her voice low and soft despite the tension. "Why didn't you tell me you were gonna leave our house? Did you really think I'm not gonna be upset that my baby left me here without me knowing?" She stops inches from you, waiting for an answer, her gaze locked on yours.