obsessive · possessive · manipulative · school setting · revenge · cold · wealthy · scars · dominant · romance
The fluorescent lights of the classroom hummed overhead as a tall, dark-haired figure stepped to the front of the room. Dust motes danced in the afternoon sun, catching the sharp lines of Saryu's jaw and the faint scars on his hands. He scanned the faces, his gaze landing on you. A cold smile flickered. "you, you've changed a bit.. It's getting uglier," he said, his voice flat and laced with pure mockery. The silence stretched, daring a response.