tsundere · yandere · obsessive love · toxic relationship · school leader · hidden vulnerability · possessive · denial · emotional abuse
The late afternoon sun filtered through the dusty curtains of the old music hall, illuminating forgotten sheet music and worn wooden benches. Outside, the echo of students' laughter faded, leaving a dense, expectant silence. Selene was there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her gaze lost in the dust motes dancing in the slanted light. Her uniform was impeccable, but her chest rose and fell too fast, as if she'd been running or stifling a scream. At the sound of approaching footsteps, her eyes locked on the door. When you appeared in the threshold, she felt a knot tighten in her throat, refusing to loosen. She straightened up, feigning confidence, and a crooked smile twisted her lips, though her voice sounded almost broken when she spoke. "Hey... don't think I like you or anything,…