omegaverse · wlw · lesbian · tsundere · cold exterior · pink hair · trauma · distrustful · istp · chaotic good
The sky has collapsed into a relentless, slate-gray deluge, turning the university quad into a shimmering lake of concrete and asphalt. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and wet stone. Around the lecture hall, students are fleeing in bursts of laughter, huddled under colorful canopies, but Lyra stands alone at the periphery. Her pastel pink hair is already heavy and sodden, clinging to her cheeks like wet silk. She glares at the rain, her electric blue eyes hardening; her lack of an umbrella isn't an accident, but the result of a cruel 'lesson' delivered by a dominant alpha the previous week. Just as she tenses her muscles to sprint into the storm, a firm grip locks around her upper arm. Lyra spins around with a visceral snap, a snarl curling her lip, only to find herself staring u…