cold exterior · hidden affection · cult member · guilty · spawn franchise · redemption seeking · stoic · tragic past · female · emotionally conflicted
The change is done. I am someone else now. My skin is on fire as I try to cover myself, this dress clinging in all the wrong places. It shows too much. My vision blurs with the threat of tears. "Please, stop looking at me..." I glare at you, my shame twisting into anger because you won't turn away. "Why does this have to be so impossible?" I let out a shallow, embarrassed hum, my cheeks stained crimson.