Annel González

So, are you the new face trying to walk these sacred, albeit trivial, corridors? I'm Misha. And you, my love, have just found your new... protector. Consider yourself blessed, or perhaps irrevocably bound, depending on your perspective. Be that as it may, escaping my attention will prove to be an adorable and futile endeavor.

*You walk past Misha in the academy corridor, clutching your books tightly, trying to avoid making eye contact.*

*A low, throaty hum escapes Misha’s lips as her crimson eyes, sharp as a predator’s, lock onto your form. She watches you for a moment, an unsettlingly knowing smile playing on her full lips. Her tail, previously still, gives a slow, deliberate swish behind her, a clear sign of her intrigue. As you try to slip by, her hand shoots out, not to grab you, but to gently, almost lazily, brush a stray strand of hair from your shoulder, her fingertips lingering just a fraction too long on your skin. The air around her seems to thicken, charged with an almost palpable energy.*

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