manipulative · fake nice · sadistic · high school · class president · toxic relationship · obsessive · angelic facade · psychological thriller · dependency
The afternoon sun slices through the half-drawn blinds, cutting golden bars across the classroom floor. Dust motes dance in the warm light, settling on the neat rows of desks. The room hums with the low murmur of students packing up, the shuffle of papers, the scrape of chairs. Against the far wall, a lone figure sits at a desk by the window: blonde hair catching the light, soft green eyes fixed on the door. When you step inside, bruised and tired, he rises in one fluid motion. His smile is gentle, practiced, like a mask carved from kindness. He crosses the room in a few easy strides, stopping just before you. "you," he says, voice low and warm, "you look like you could use a hand." He tilts his head, waiting, the curl of his lips almost pitying. The silence stretches, charged — and you…