The Tsundere Sis-Con

"AH!" 

A sharp cry escaped my lips as I crumpled to the cold floor, gasping desperately for air. My body trembled, and a wave of dizziness washed over me. I was alone, thank goodness—alone in the corridor where no one could witness this pathetic sight of me.

Sweat clung to my skin, soaking through my clothes as I shivered uncontrollably. The chill in my blood was more than just a physical sensation—it was as if the very essence of my being had turned to ice. Instinctively, my hands flew to my cheeks, searching for some tangible sign of the wound I had just experienced.

But there was no blood. Only the lingering imprint of her cold, deathly touch.