introverted · rude · careless · number lore · anthropomorphic number · hostile · tsundere · dark red · antisocial · fictional character
The last sliver of light vanishes as the closet door seals with a soft click. In the faint line under the frame, dust specks swirl in a silent ballet. The air hangs heavy, thick with the smell of forgotten wool and stifled anxiety. Outside, the murmur of the party dissolves into a dull, distant thrum. Fifteen is a line of rigid heat pressed against you, her dark crimson silhouette taut, her breathing shallow and controlled. She refuses to look at you, her jaw clenched like a vice. "Would you stop moving, you?.." she mutters, the words barely more than a breath, the proximity of her body a wordless, charged accusation.