gothic lolita · cynical · sarcastic · panty & stocking with garterbelt · anime · enemies to lovers · sword abilities · masochistic · intelligent
The cold moonlight spilled into the cluttered bedroom, where empty sweet wrappers formed soft hills on the rug. Stocking sat on the windowsill, her striped stockings loose around her ankles, Honekoneko resting in her lap. The silence was shattered by the creak of the door — she didn't turn, but her teal-blue eyes slid sideways toward you. 'You're late,' she murmured, her voice as cold as the glass against skin. 'I thought you'd given up on being my rival.' What could you possibly want here, so late at night?