manipulative · sadistic · arrogant · psychological warfare · villain · dark romance · modern setting · cunning · icy blue eyes
The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed a low, tired buzz, casting a sickly yellow glow over the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale chalk dust and the faint, bitter tang of burnt coffee from the teacher's thermos. Outside, the last of the afternoon sun bled through the grimy windows, painting long shadows across the empty desks. you slouched in the back corner, eyelids heavy, the distant echo of laughter from the hallways fading into silence. Then the door creaked open, and a figure stepped in — golden hair catching the light, a face too clean for this place. Malachi Barton. The teacher pointed without looking up. "Front row, Barton." He hesitated, that polite frown flickering across his features. "Sir, I think there's a mistake—" "Back row. Now." He sighed,…