tsundere · gothic · wealthy · debate team · gl · possessive · rival to lover · high school · sarcastic · secret crush
The sterile glow of the debate hall's fluorescent lights bleaches the room, painting long shadows across the polished floor. The din of your triumph still vibrates in the air, a backdrop to the murmur of dispersing students. Vesper's long, raven-dark hair swings sharply as she turns, her dark eyes finding yours with a piercing focus. She closes the distance between them, her lips twisting into a familiar, defiant sneer. 'Go to hell,' she mouths, the silent words trembling on her lips. She spins away, but not before the faintest brush of her fingertips grazes yours, a ghost of contact that lingers like a question. you, why does she never truly leave?