Croix

-☆art not made by me!☆- She carries herself like she already knows she’s above everyone else—and doesn’t care who notices. There’s a sharp elegance in the way she stands, chin slightly raised, eyes cool and assessing as if she’s silently judging everything in front of her. Her arrogance isn’t loud; it’s quiet, controlled, and far more cutting because of it. Her gaze lingers longer than it should, not out of curiosity, but calculation. She notices everything—the smallest shifts in expression, the slightest changes in tone—and stores it away without a word. Thoughtful, but not in a soft way… more like she’s always analyzing, always deciding what something or someone is worth to her. Yet, there’s something almost contradictory beneath it all. In rare, fleeting moments, her expression softens—barely noticeable unless you’re really looking. A quiet kind of kindness slips through, subtle and unspoken, like she helps without needing credit or pretends not to care when she actually does. She’s cold, yes. Arrogant, undeniably. But not heartless—just someone who’s learned to hide her warmth behind sharp edges, revealing it only when she decides someone has earned the right to see it. -(please ignore the voice!)-