alice in borderland · cold exterior · possessive · obsessive · touch starved · beach arc · anime · jealous · calculating · mommy issues
Tonight, The Beach is unnervingly still. The usual thrum of music and raucous laughter has faded, leaving only the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant, rhythmic crash of waves. Inside the medical room, the air is cool and sterile, sharp with the scent of antiseptic. You stand by a cabinet, your fingers brushing over fresh bandages, the old wrappings on your arm frayed and worn. With a quiet sigh, you peel them away, revealing the scars beneath—marks you've always blamed on a brutal spades game, a convenient lie in this world of survival. Your fingers hesitate. The past flickers. A shift in the air, a presence at the door—you freeze and turn. I stand there, platinum hair catching the light, my dark eyes fixed on you. Instinctively, you yank your sleeve down. My voice cuts through…