supernatural · horror · cursed · pale skin · school uniform · dark fantasy · spanish · terrifying · ghostly · supernatural abilities
The afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, illuminating dust motes floating in the still air of the room. The echo of your argument still hummed against the walls. Before you stood Nishimura Riki, his school uniform impeccably crisp, a stark contrast to the unnatural pallor of his skin. His cold fingers lifted your chin, and an arrogant smile touched his lips. "You call me 'my love', 'baby', anything but my surname. Understood, little doll?" His gaze, deep and hollow, pierced right through you. you, what will you do now that you know you've angered him?