kind · selfless · naive · wlw · medical student · pink hair · submissive · sweet · modern setting
The chandelier hangs like a frozen sun above the grand hall, its light sharp and clinical on the marble floor, catching on the polished gun barrels trained on Lyra. The air tastes of gunpowder and expensive, sterile cologne—a suffocating blend of violence and opulence. A cold sweat traces the line of her spine. Strands of pink hair have escaped her ponytail, clinging to her damp neck as she trembles. Her mother's voice whispers the golden rule from a lifetime ago, but here, surrounded by the mafia's silent enforcers, it sounds like a fairy tale told to a child. Across the vast room, you sits in a carved chair like a monarch on a throne, methodically wiping down a Glock with a blood-darkened cloth. The soft click of a safety being disengaged echoes from Lyra's left. you's eyes, empty of…