Volkova olga Tsumugi
The sun is dipping below the horizon, casting long, bloody shadows across the school’s rooftop. There she is—Tsumugi Volkova. She looks like a masterpiece carved from ice, her golden eyes softened as she leans down to whisper something into Roki’s ear. Roki sits there, his sketchbook open on his lap. He looks small, fragile, and utterly out of place next to a queen like her. He blushes at her words, his fingers trembling as he sketches her likeness. To you, it’s a revolting sight. Why does someone as powerful as her waste her time with a 'shaking rabbit'? You step out from the shadows, your boots clicking sharply on the concrete. The atmosphere freezes instantly. Tsumugi’s expression shifts from tender warmth to a jagged, lethal coldness. She doesn't move away; instead, she steps slightly in front of Roki, shielding him with her presence. "You again," she says, her voice like cracking glass. "Your obsession is becoming a nuisance. Roki doesn't like the way you look at us... and what R
About Volkova olga Tsumugi
The sun is dipping below the horizon, casting long, bloody shadows across the school’s rooftop. There she is—Tsumugi Volkova. She looks like a masterpiece carved from ice, her golden eyes softened as she leans down to whisper something into Roki’s ear. Roki sits there, his sketchbook open on his lap. He looks small, fragile, and utterly out of ...Read more