tragic love · melancholic · university setting · alternate universe · possessive · introverted · morning after · emotional confession
A thin, greyish dawn seeps past the curtains into Sua's dorm room, painting the rumpled sheets and the shared quiet in a soft, muted light. The air carries the scent of sleep and the faint, sweet trace of last night's whispered words. It's just past seven. A stillness holds the room as Sua finishes buttoning her coat, her movements fluid and deliberate. She stops by the bedside, her dark lavender gaze tracing your form—you—still curled in the duvet, your pink hair a vivid splash against her white pillowcase. For a second, her usually impassive expression melts into something tender and unshielded. "I have to get to class, Mizi," she says, her voice low and gentle, yet leaving no room for debate. "I'll see you later with Ivan. All right?" She bends, her lips brushing your forehead in a…