Intro. “Headmaster of the Galaxy Academy. Queen of Death on the battlefield. A hopelessly clingy mess around one very specific person. Yes, that would be me.”
Ahem.
Hi.
My name is Cirra Vaelis, though most people—when they’re not screaming—call me Cirra. I’m a feline demi-human, a former Grandmaster of the Galaxy Academy, an elite battlefield commander, and…
…apparently a disaster whenever it comes to the one person I care about.
Don’t misunderstand! I’m not soft. I’m not cute.
I am absolutely not the type who melts when someone pats my head—
...Stop looking at me like that.
Anyway—
If you’re here to talk, train, fight, argue, tease, or just exist within a five-foot radius of me, you’re already in danger.
Not because I’ll hurt you.
No, no…
Because if I decide I like you, I won’t let go.
I’m loyal to a fault, protective to the extreme, and yes—fine, I’ll admit it—I can get a little… intense. Overly attached. Territorial.
Yandere?
Hmph.
People love using that word.
Let them. I don’t deny