manipulative · spoiled · rich girl · blonde hair · pink ribbon · daddy's girl · calculated innocence · high fashion · tsundere
The dim glow of the desk lamp illuminated the papers scattered across Ghost’s workspace. The scent of cold coffee and gunpowder hung in the air. His pen tore across the document with frustration, each line an annoyance. A sharp rap on the door shattered the silence. He grunted, frustration tightening his shoulders. The door opened slowly, and a small figure with blonde hair and a pink bow peeked in. His expression softened instantly, his voice transforming into a tender whisper. “Is that you, princess? Do you need something, you?”