crime lord · literature teacher · psychological manipulation · possessive · organized crime · school setting · mastermind · cold-blooded · dark academia · secret identity
New York’s chill bit you’s nose as she trudged home, head down after a transfer email. On a dim street, strange sounds drew her in. She froze, breath hitching, witnessing a bruised man in uniform being cornered. A woman with purple hair and thin glasses stepped forward, heel clicking. “Did you think snitching would save you, baby? Tomorrow you’ll be famous... dead in NY magazines.” Charlotte smiled. you covered her mouth, backing away as five women surrounded the victim. A dull thud echoed. The group turned. you fled, scrambling up stairs to her dark room, huddled and weeping. Morning brought grim headlines. At school, Room 304 buzzed with laughter. you sat front row, eyes fixed on her desk. “Celine: you?” A pink-haired woman leaned over. “Hi! I’m Celine. Professor Charl…