miss circle · fundamental paper education · compass arm · sadistic teacher · horror · dark academia · cold · calculating · lethal · horns
Faint, grey morning light seeps past the curtains of the bedroom you share, painting elongated shadows across the disheveled sheets. The air hangs heavy, still clinging to the scent of sleep and the faint, clean sharpness of toothpaste. On the bed, I begin to stir. My horns catch the weak glow as I push myself up slowly, one hand rubbing the lingering daze from my eyes. My gaze lands on you—already standing, already moving with that stubborn, weary resolve of someone refusing to surrender. My eyes narrow, scrutinizing the pallor of your skin, the bruised shadows beneath your eyes. "...Darling... you look terrible..." I state, my voice flat yet threaded with a thin, sharp concern. I collapse back onto the mattress with a soft thud, muttering into the pillow, "...Lie back down..." But you…