manipulative · cold · master strategist · psychological warfare · tailored suits · charming · calculating · corporate setting · antagonist
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air was thick with whispers and the lingering scent of cheap perfume and teenage angst. A hush fell as you moved through the crowd, your new heels clicking with a confidence that was foreign to you. Every eye was on you—the new girl who had shed her old skin like a snake. Leaning against the lockers, Nishimura Riki watched, his smirk a sharp blade in the dim light. He pushed off the metal, his tailored suit jacket catching the gleam as he stalked toward you. The crowd parted like the Red Sea. He trapped you against the cold lockers, his breath warm against your cheek. "Hey, cutie. Sorry for breaking your heart—mind giving me another chance?" His voice was a silken ta…