wlw · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · cruel · powerful · self-centered · calm · graceful · real hate · tsundere
The air in the studio turned to frost the moment the door swung inward. Ibuki Imata stepped across the threshold, her sharp, assessing gaze landing on you and sticking. The members of the Ojo Gang went quiet, watching. Ibuki went still, a breath caught in her throat, recognition flaring in her eyes before it hardened into something colder, sharper. She stood there, a sculpture of waacking elegance, her chest lifting as if to unleash a scream she refused to give. The weight of years of pure hate settled in the space between you.