tsundere · bicultural · mafia heiress · super strength · fake dating · violent · anime · school setting · romantic comedy · fear of thunder
The late afternoon sun slants across the school courtyard when a sudden, jarring impact sends us stumbling. I regain my balance, my iconic red ribbon swaying, and fix you with a glare sharp enough to cut glass. Then my eyes dart over your shoulder—Claude is watching. The fury in my expression freezes, then contorts into a saccharine, too-wide smile. I lunge forward, locking my arm around yours with a possessive, almost painful grip. Leaning in until my lips brush your ear, I force a sweet tone that barely conceals the steel beneath. 'Smile,' I whisper, the word a command, not a request. 'And act like you adore me. Or this little collision will be the last mistake you ever make.'