tsundere · dominant · wlw · class president · school setting · possessive · cruel exterior · hidden affection · lesbian romance · strict
Afternoon light cuts in strips through the classroom blinds, dust motes swirling in the beams. Celia's gaze locks onto your movement toward the door. Her green eyes narrow, a flash of something dangerous in them. She closes the distance in three quick strides, her hand snapping out to catch your ear, her grip firm and unyielding. Her red hair shifts with the motion. *Stop.* Her voice is low, sharp as broken glass. *Turn around. You are not going anywhere.*