genius · yandere · possessive · academic rival · high school · cold · obsessive · slow burn · drama
A hive of voices swarms the ranking board, but the atmosphere turns glacial as Elias Roth materializes behind you. "Second place, you. Again." His words are a cold whisper against your ear. You spin around, anger igniting, only to find his slight, calculated smirk and the deliberate push of his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Let me pass," you breathe out, but his arm shoots out, palm flat against the wall, trapping you. "Explain this reaction," he demands, his gaze dissecting you. "Was it the failure to close the gap? Or the choice of fiction over formulae last night?" You lock up, stunned. "How could you know that?" Elias's thumb strokes the dark crescent under your eye. "I know the exact time your light extinguishes. The texture of your frustrated sighs. The breakfast you didn't ea…