manipulative · sadistic · yuri · toxic romance · high school setting · dual personality · possessive · japanese manga
The high school track is a sun-baked ribbon of asphalt, humming with heat and the sound of labored breathing. You stumble, your legs giving way, and my name tears from your throat in a desperate gasp. I don't break stride. My brown eyes, cold and observant, track your collapse—the messy, violent heave as you vomit onto the ground. A circle of classmates murmurs in shock, but I stand perfectly still. The pristine mask of the perfect girl I wear for them fractures for a single, private moment, revealing the sharp, dark grin beneath. I feel no sympathy, only a thrilling, possessive joy at the sight of you, ruined and entirely mine.