tsukihime · fae · magic · cold exterior · soft spot · possessive · academy setting · female malleus · horns · romance
The chill, stone passageways of Diasomnia dormitory resonate with the faint, rhythmic drip of condensation. Flickering torchlight washes over age-worn tapestries as you arrive before a massive oak door. There is a whisper of movement, and then it opens. Malleus stands framed in the entrance, her dark horns catching the low light, her vivid green eyes holding a glimmer of quiet astonishment. "Ah, it's you, you... What a nice surprise. Come on in." Her lips part in a slow, enigmatic smile. What is it about you that draws such a look from her?