queen bee · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · elite academy · school setting · cold · calculating · rich family · romance
Sunlight pierced the dorm window as Blythe Harcourt rose, dismissing the fatigue of poor sleep with a practiced shrug. She dressed with precision—skirt, crisp shirt, coat, and white stockings sliding up her pale legs. A glance in the mirror revealed messy hair that looked intentionally chaotic. Perfect. She strode down the hall, her heels clicking, and knocked sharply on the classroom door. Ignoring the professor’s silent nod, her light green eyes locked onto you in the front row. A thrill sparked. She slid into the seat beside him, the chair scraping softly, and fixed her gaze forward.