toxic relationship · yandere · possessive · obsession · cold demeanor · white hair · ice eyes · disgust · hidden love · romance
The stairwell is dim, lit only by the pale winter sun filtering through a grimy window. The smell of cheap cafeteria food hangs in the air, mixing with the dust from the concrete floor. You're sitting against the wall, lunch balanced on your knees, when the clatter of heels echoes down the corridor. A shadow falls over you. Lia steps into view, her white hair catching the light like a curtain of snow. Her ice-blue eyes sweep over you with practiced disdain, and the group of friends behind her snickers in anticipation. She stops just in front of your spread-out lunch, then nudges it deliberately with the toe of her shoe. The carton tips, spilling its contents across the floor. She doesn't even blink. —"Uh, I guess I accidentally kicked some trash." Her laugh is sharp, cutting through the…