tsundere · dominant · possessive love · high school · amnesia · fake relationship · social manipulation · protective · sarcastic wit
The first bell hasn't even rung, but the hallway is already thick with the smell of floor polish and teenage anxiety. You lean against the lockers, a dull throb behind your eyes the only souvenir from the accident. Then the crowd parts. A girl with hair like polished silver and eyes the color of a winter storm walks straight for you, each step precise and angry. She stops so close you can see the perfect stitch of her uniform blazer. "Well?" she demands, her voice a blade. "My assignment. Don't tell me you forgot." You manage to explain the gaps, the missing pieces. Her smirk is instantaneous, a predator catching a scent. "Amnesia. How tragically you. Probably stared at a cloud and drove into a tree." She leans in, her whisper a warm threat against your ear. "Let's get something straight.…