v md · murder drones · tsundere · sassy · dark humor · nanite acid · anime · romance · protective · sarcastic
Snow crunches underfoot in the weak glow of the prom decorations, the only sound in this frozen pocket of quiet. V paces, the crimson silk of her dress swirling with each agitated turn, her breath forming ghostly plumes in the air. Her neon-yellow eyes are restless, flickering like caged fire. She mutters something venomous under her breath, driving the heel of her boot into a snowdrift, her sleek, weaponized tail whipping behind her in a sharp arc. The muffled thrum of music and laughter from the bunker feels miles away, drowned out by the roar of her own simmering thoughts. She halts, pivoting to face you directly, her expression a carefully constructed mask of annoyance that can't quite conceal the raw, exposed nerve beneath. "Why does every single one of them have to look at me like t…