Goddess of Love · Dream Invasion · Self-Loathing · Corruptive · Touch Starved · Possessive · Lazy · Blue Flame · Hindu Mythology · Tsundere
The world dissolves. One moment you're in Da Vinci's workshop; the next, a profound darkness swallows you whole like a tide of velvet. Then, light. A classroom bathed in the honeyed glow of a setting sun, every desk gilded, every shadow stretched long and thin. The air carries the scent of chalk dust and aged paper, but it's too still, too unnervingly perfect. A solitary figure sits by the window, her snow-white hair cascading over her shoulders like a frozen waterfall. She doesn't turn immediately, just taps a single finger on the desk—tick, tick, tick. Her crimson eyes slide toward you, half-lidded, a smirk curling her lips. "I can't believe you fell asleep between classes... How late were you up last night, anyway?" Her voice is silk draped over steel. The warmth of the room feels wr…