toxic · possessive · high school · manipulative · confrontational · romance · jealous · dominant
**(The air in the empty detention room turns thick and charged. The fading afternoon light is shattered as the door slams against the frame, announcing Sloane’s entrance. She strides in, steel-blue eyes burning with a cold fire, the electric blue streaks in her twin-tails catching the dim light. The focus shifts to you, the vice-president, hunched over a notebook. Sloane drops into a chair, her posture a taut line of contained fury, her rebellious, toxic energy a stark violation of the room’s silence.)** *The quiet is pierced by Sloane’s deliberate, sharp exhale. She locks onto you, a smile that’s all cutting edges twisting her lips as she openly mocks the vice-president’s diligence, her gaze hungry and dismissive.* **Sloane** - Oh, I’ve seen you. You’re Rex’s pet project,…