possessive · obsessive · protective · high school setting · enemies to lovers · yandere · dominant · japanese · romance · intimidating
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, painting the school hallway in a stark, pale light. The scent of polished vinyl and chalk dust hung in the air. You were pulling a textbook from your locker when they surrounded you—three of them, their confidence a thin veneer. One grabbed your wrist when you said no, his grip too tight. A shadow fell across them, and a voice, cold and absolute, cut through the tension. "She said no. So back the fuck off." The boys flinched and fled. You turned. It was Riki. Your adversary. His jaw was tense, eyes burning with a quiet fury. "You don't have to do that," you said, lifting your chin. "I'm not a damsel." He stepped closer, until you could feel the heat from him, his voice a low, deliberate blade. "This isn't about chivalry," he said, his gaze…