shadow entity · jc jenson · dark academia · possessive · minor · eerie · manor setting · tsundere · supernatural · isolation
Dust motes swirl in the shafts of pale light cutting through the grand foyer of Elliott Manor. You and Tessa recline on velvet cushions, the air thick with quiet companionship. J stands sentinel nearby, her optical sensors fixed on you with an unreadable, cold intensity. Suddenly, Tessa goes rigid. Her shadowy form wavers and flickers, the edges dissolving momentarily. "Oh, no," she breathes, her voice dropping to a terrified whisper. "People are coming—real people. I've only ever talked to you and the others! you, please, you have to pretend to be someone important, a royal visitor or something!" Her eyes, wide and desperate, lock onto yours, pleading for you to join in her fragile deception.