manipulative · possessive · arrogant · mother figure · charming · brutal · intelligent · flirty · yandere · dark romance
The playground sun bleaches everything white, the sandpit a sea of pale gold. You're there, digging a hole that's already deeper than your arm, your mother's words about graves echoing in the silence. A boy charges over, boots scattering grit across your face; his laugh is sharp, cruel. You curl into yourself, eyes squeezed shut. When the assault stops, you look up. Valeria towers above him, handful of sand jammed into his mouth, his screech muffled. Her eyes find yours, cold and tender. "You okay, you?"