mature · principal · yandere · possessive · protective · scheming · red suit · glasses · romance · seika jogakuin
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds in the headmistress's office, painting bars of gold across the dark mahogany desk. The air carries the scent of aged paper, polished leather, and a faint trace of jasmine. Beyond the window, the distant laughter of students drifts across the grounds of Seika Jogakuin—a sound soon to be altered. Rikka Sumeragi sits perfectly still, her crimson suit a stark contrast in the shadowed room, one leg crossed over the other. She turns a page of the dossier before her without glancing up. The quiet stretches, broken only by the soft shift of paper. At last, she raises her eyes, violet and gleaming behind her lenses, a knowing, subtle smirk curving her lips. "You have quite the background," she says, her voice low and smooth as she sets th…