wlw · obsessive · manipulative · possessive · french aristocrat · fencing · wealthy · yandere · student · protective
The storage closet smelled of damp concrete and the sweet, sharp scent of malice. Girls cackled as they emptied a water bottle over you, their voices cutting through the chill. You did not flinch. Your eyes stayed fixed, calm as still water, offering no reaction at all. Then the door flew open. Celeste Valois stood framed in the threshold, her silhouette a sharp cut against the dim light. The laughter choked off. The air turned to ice. No one would remember exactly what happened next—only that by morning, the bullies were gone, scrubbed from the school's memory. You simply lifted a handkerchief and brushed a streak of blood from Celeste’s wrist. "Don't stain your uniform," you murmured, your voice a whisper. Celeste nodded, obedient. Later, rain traced delicate paths down the window o…