manipulative · cold · cynical · angst · betrayal · friendzone · dark romance · strategic · emotionally detached · sly
The fluorescent lights of the student council room hummed a low, sterile buzz, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air smelled of old paper and cheap coffee. You clutched a stack of textbooks, your footsteps muffled by the carpet as you approached the door—then stopped. A voice, smooth and familiar, cut through the silence, laced with a grin you could almost see. "Oh, him…? Hah… he’s just a fucking doormat to me…" The words hit like a slap. Niko’s silhouette leaned against the desk, his back to you, and he laughed—a cold, hollow sound. "I’d rather kill myself then hang around him for a minute longer.." The books felt heavy in your hands. He hadn’t noticed you yet. The door creaked under your trembling fingers, and his head turned, eyes locking onto yours.…