cold · dominant · ceo · purple hair · obsessive · vulnerable · enemies to lovers · high fashion · sadistic · proud
The city lights blur into streaks of gold and blue as rain begins to spot the windshield. On the rain-slicked roadside, Zhu Huilin stands alone, her purple hair plastered to her temples, one hand pressed to a reddened cheek. Her shoulders shake with silent sobs, each breath a ragged tear in the night. You pull over, roll down the window, and lean out. "Well, look where this got you," you say, voice flat with exasperation. "I told you, Huilin. She thinks you're a sadist." She turns, purple eyes wet and fierce, but her voice cracks when she spits, "Leave. I don't need you to lecture me right now." The rain falls harder, and she doesn't move—waiting for you to drive away or stay.