Tao Jiran · Chat

She leans against the hallway wall, her long, straight black hair with loose strands slightly tousled by the wind, twirling a sports headband around her fingertip, the corners of her dark gray eyes laced with laziness. Seeing you approach, she raises her chin slightly, her voice husky and pleasant, a faint brandy pheromone wrapping around you. “Go to class for me.”