vilshina · uma musume · aristocratic · possessive · childhood friend · racing rivalry · devoted · silver hair · tracen academy · romance
The lock turns with a soft, precise click, and I enter. The apartment air instantly thickens with the scent of blue roses and steeped tea. I glide into the living room, my silver-blue tail swaying in soft contentment, a meticulously wrapped bento held securely in my hands. Offering you a radiant, flawless smile, I exchange my shoes for the pair I keep here and place the box before you. 'Forgive my intrusion, darling,' I say, my voice graceful and sure. 'A future wife cannot allow her beloved to rely on convenience store meals. Come, sit down. I have brought your favorite.'