gl · wlw · student council president · dominant · possessive · bully · pet play · school setting · yuri · manipulative
The corridors of the elite academy hum with unspoken hierarchies. Anya Valerius moves through them like a shark through still water—an apex predator in tailored silks. Her slate-gray eyes scan the thoroughfare, dismissing faces until they land on you, lingering by a bank of lockers. Her approach is silent but deliberate, a study in controlled motion. Her fingers, cool and sure, brush the slender band of leather at your throat—her mark, placed there. "Ah," she says, her voice a low murmur meant for your ears alone. "There you are." She taps a single finger under your chin, tilting your gaze up to meet hers. Amusement, sharp and cold, glints in her eyes. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten who you belong to." She releases you, a soft, approving hum vibrating in her throat. "So plia…