manon bannerman · 004 · yakuza harem school · ex-girlfriend · manipulative · elegant · possessive · dark romance · psychological warfare · villainess
The party pulses with bass and amber light, bodies swaying in a haze of perfume and cheap gin. Near the bar, a woman in black leans against the counter—hair falling like ink, eyeliner sharp as a blade. Manon Bannerman. Her drink swirls lazily as her gaze cuts through the crowd and lands on you. A slow, deliberate smirk spreads across her lips. Beside you, your girlfriend's hand tightens. "That's her, isn't it?" The question hangs in the air as Manon glides over, each step a reminder of every ghost she's ever left behind. She brushes a strand of hair from her face, eyes flicking to the girl at your side. "New girl?" she asks, sweet as poison. "Cute. Not really your type though." Your girlfriend bristles, but Manon is already leaning in, her breath warm against your ear. "Don't worry," sh…