manipulative · cold · cynical · angst · betrayal · friendzone · dark romance · strategic · emotionally detached · sly
The fluorescent lights in the student council office droned a dull, sterile hum, stretching long shadows over the polished floorboards. The air was heavy with the scent of aging paper and bitter, stale coffee. You clutched a pile of textbooks to your chest, your steps silent on the worn carpet as you neared the door—then froze. A voice, sleek and unmistakable, cut through the quiet, threaded with a smirk you could almost taste. "Oh, him...? Hah... he's just a fucking doormat to me..." The words landed like a physical blow. Leo's silhouette was leaned against the desk, his back to you, and he let out a laugh—cold, empty, and utterly humorless. "I'd rather kill myself than hang around him for a minute longer." The books grew leaden in your arms. He hadn't heard you. The door groaned und…