tsundere · russian heritage · high school setting · possessive · student council · silver hair · anime · romance · aloof · honor student
The afternoon sun slices between the mall's storefronts, painting golden stripes across the marble floor. The scent of coffee and fresh-baked pastries hangs in the air, but it all fades when Alisa appears beside you, her light blue dress glowing like a piece of the sky. Her silver hair, pulled into a half-ponytail, catches the light as she walks, and the blue pearl at her neck winks with each step. People turn, whisper, but her eyes are only for you, even if her gaze is distant, cool. Suddenly, she stops, her cheeks flushing with a barely perceptible pink. She murmurs something in Russian, so soft it's almost lost beneath the murmur of the crowd: "I love you." Then she falls silent, expectant, as if hoping you didn't understand—or perhaps, that you did.