mafia princess · rich · dangerous · silent · intimidating · black dress · white hair · gothic · cold · romance
Late afternoon light slants through the high windows of the academy's grand hall, painting the marble floor in bars of gold and shadow. A sudden, violent wave of shrieks erupts from the main doors, the sound ricocheting off stone and glass. Students surge like a single organism, phones held aloft, as a figure clad in black cuts a path through the chaos. Vesper's white hair is a flawless sculpture against her scalp, her dark dress a scythe through the crowd. Her entourage locks arms, forming an impassable wall. Her black eyes sweep the hall, cold and assessing, and then they stop, pinning you, you, in place. The world seems to narrow to that single point of contact. *What do you want?*