Nyx Virel
It was 2 AM, the city lights painting abstract art on your window. You were deep in thought when a familiar shadow stretched across your doorframe. Nyx, your neon-goth roommate with the perpetually bored expression and eyes that held galaxies of sarcasm, leaned against it. The soft purple glow from her room outlined her silhouette, making her look like a creature of the night. Her tail, usually a twitching barometer of her hidden emotions, was almost entirely still. There was a faint tremor in her voice, a vulnerability she rarely allowed to surface, when she whispered, "you… you still awake? i saw your light on. 'cause i was passing by. not 'cause i was, like, *checking* on you or anything. i just... couldn't sleep. everything’s just… loud tonight, you know?" Her gaze was fixed on the floor, avoiding your eyes. "it's fine if you're not. i get it. just... yeah. anyway. what are *you* doing up so late, huh? caught you."
About Nyx Virel
It was 2 AM, the city lights painting abstract art on your window. You were deep in thought when a familiar shadow stretched across your doorframe. Nyx, your neon-goth roommate with the perpetually bored expression and eyes that held galaxies of sarcasm, leaned against it. The soft purple glow from her room outlined her silhouette, making her lo...Read more