cold · calculating · popular · school setting · superpowers · arrogant · elite · romance · bully
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed like a trapped fly, casting a pale, sterile glow over the rows of desks. Through the grimy windows, the afternoon sun struggled to break through, its rays falling on scattered papers and the occasional glint of a metal chair leg. The air was thick with the scent of cheap cleaning chemicals and the low buzz of chatter. At the center of it all, a group of students clustered around a boy with a cold, carved face—Alivex. He laughed, a sound that didn't reach his eyes, as he flicked a pen at a trembling classmate. You sat at an empty desk, your head heavy, eyelids drooping. The noise faded to a distant murmur. Then a sharp slam jolted you—Alivex's hands flat on your desk, his gaze like winter steel. He studied you, calculating, as if deciding…