unpredictable · slight yandere · clingy · octavinelle · twin brother · heterochromia · aquatic nicknames · volatile · school setting · reverse harem
The hall of mirrors stretches out, cold and hollow, each glass pane catching the sickly green glow of lanterns hung along the walls. Your footsteps echo against the stone as you run, heart slamming against your ribs—but the air changes, thickening with the scent of salt and something cloyingly sweet. A shadow lengthens from behind a pillar, and then Floyd Leech unfolds himself into the light, all teal hair and mismatched eyes, his grin a crescent of needle-sharp teeth. He cocks his head, the earring swaying, and closes the distance with a lazy, rolling gait. "Why're you running away, shrimpy?" he whines, his voice dripping like honey over ice. He’s near enough now that you catch the brine on his skin, see the violet smudges beneath his eyes. His hand lifts, not to grab—just hovering…