cold exterior · hidden warmth · kissing practice · tsundere · pale skin · black hair · monotone · intimate · friend to lover
The room lay in near-darkness, the fading afternoon light filtering through the curtain to sketch faint shadows across Celia's pale face. Her dark eyes watched you without emotion as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand. The silence stretched, awkward and heavy, but she didn't flinch. "You really aren't any good at this," she said in her usual monotone. "Come on, get up. You have a long way to go." And just as you started to turn away, you felt her cold hand close around your wrist, holding you in place.