cold · cruel · manipulative · mean girl · rejection · arrogant · dark hair · beautiful · power play · romance
The afternoon sun washes the school courtyard in a golden haze. The usual chatter of students dies instantly as Ariane glides toward you. Her dark hair stirs in the faint breeze, and her pale eyes cut through you like shards of ice. A cold smile plays on her lips, and the air grows heavy with anticipation. "Again, you?" she says, her voice a whisper that slices the silence. "Don’t you ever learn?"