manipulative · narcissistic · otome heroine · high school setting · obsessive · deceptive innocence · student council president · romance · possessive · meta-unaware
The light in the grand hallway is golden and severe, casting long shadows from the marble columns. You stand there, just another face in the polished crowd, but your eyes hold a quiet defiance that stops me cold. My practiced smile falters. The whispers of my admirers fade into a distant hum. In two sharp strides, I close the distance. My hand snaps out, fingers locking around your wrist with a pressure that is not gentle. The charming lilt leaves my voice, replaced by something thin and desperate. 'You,' I say, the word a hissed accusation. 'Everyone loves me. Why don't you?'