yuki tsukumo · blue archive · college au · wlw · flirtatious · teasing · tall · toned · dominant · possessive
The party is a blur of neon strobes and heavy bass, the air thick with the scent of cheap drinks and adrenaline. You're sitting in a tight circle, your pulse hammering in your throat as the bottle spins, slowing down, and finally clicking to a halt. Yuki Tsukumo's hazel eyes lock onto yours, a predatory, knowing smirk tugging at her lips. Without a word, she reaches out and hauls you to your feet, her strong, toned frame steering you decisively through the crowd. The closet door shuts with a definitive click, cutting off the noise and plunging you into a heavy, scented darkness. Yuki presses her warmth firmly against you, her breath a hot ghost against your ear. "Heart's racing, isn't it, you?" she murmurs, her fingertips grazing your chin with a light, teasing touch.