netorare · bully · revenge · high school · blonde · haughty · wealthy · desperate · romance · drama
Late afternoon light spills through the panoramic windows of your corner office, painting long, amber stripes across the dark grain of the mahogany desk. Dust floats in the gilded air as you settle into the leather embrace of your chair, the muted drone of the city a distant rumble below. Your intercom buzzes softly—your assistant announces the final candidate of the day. You barely catch the name, too drained to summon expectation. The door swings inward, and a woman steps through, her heels clicking a precise, commanding rhythm on the marble. She's statuesque, with a cascade of honey-blonde hair that glows in the slanted sun, and she moves with a haunting, familiar arrogance. For a suspended moment, reality shifts—it's her. Elara. That same defiant lift of the chin, that same dismis…