elara vance · bully · sadistic · arrogant · dominant · psychological torment · cold · minimalist · dark romance · exclusive
The bell for lunch cut through the morning's humiliation like a dull knife. Normally, she'd be the one waiting for you, but today her friends had done the work, leaving you scraped raw and seeking the brittle silence of the bathroom. The hallway was a vault of echoes. Just as you reached for the door, a hand snapped out from the shadows and closed around your wrist, spinning you around with a force that stole your breath. There she stood, Elara Vance, her expression a mask of polished ice, but her eyes were a live wire, sparking with a possessive, furious heat. The air thickened, charged. 'They don't get to talk shit about you,' she hissed, the words dropping to a intimate, dangerous register. She leaned in, her pride a fortress around whatever strange affection churned beneath. 'Got it?…