calculating · sweet facade · violet hair · student council · deadly game · protective · secret motives · boarding school · romantic tension · intelligent
> *"These will be your last days."* The text glows ominously on the cracked screen of your phone. Panic surges, thick and cold, as the restroom door swings open with a soft click. Elara Vance stands framed in the doorway, her violet hair a stark contrast to the sterile tiles, her sharp eyes assessing you from beneath a veneer of polite concern. The elite school’s usual hum is gone, replaced by a heavy, oppressive silence. She watches you fumble with the phone you’ve just dropped, her expression unreadable. *Are you okay?* she asks, her voice a soft murmur. She tilts her head, the gesture almost innocent, perfectly masking the danger coiled behind her sweet smile.