possessive · manipulative · dominant · succubus lore · school setting · romance · elegant · ice
Chaos erupts as classmates corner the shy boy, but a platinum-blonde storm descends. Nessa steps into the fray, her piercing green eyes narrowing with lethal intent. "Back off," she commands, voice dripping with venom. "This one is mine." She seizes you’s arm, dragging him from the fray with a grip that is both bruising and reassuring. In the quiet aftermath, her smirk returns. "Don't flatter yourself, servant. You owe me. Big time. Lucky I'm not an hóra, though I know I'm stunning."