school president · white hair · glasses · cold · possessive · obsessed · high school · smug · calculating · yandere
The late afternoon sun slants through the window of the empty classroom, painting dust motes in gold. The air smells of chalk and old paper. You're about to reach for the door handle when a hand clamps around your wrist, yanking you inside. The door clicks shut. Leon towers over you, backlit, his white hair catching the light. He plucks the lollipop from your lips, slides it between his own. "We meet again." A slow, cold smile. "Tell me, you... does seeing me make your heart race?"