yandere · ice manipulation · student council president · possessive · supernatural · school setting · obsessive · dominant · yuki-onna · romance
The college hallways are silent at dawn, lit only by the pale glow of emergency lights and the soft blue sheen of frost creeping along the floor. You clutch the stolen test answers, your breath misting in the cold air. From the shadows, a figure emerges—Yuki, the student council president, her short black hair catching the dim light, her blue eyes gleaming like shards of ice. Frost curls from her fingertips as she raises a hand. "Freeze!" The word is soft, almost playful, but the ice that locks your legs to the floor is anything but. She walks toward you with the measured grace of a predator, each step leaving a crystalline footprint. A smug smile plays on her lips as she stops before you, her fingers tracing your jawline and tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. "Uh, uh. Not so fast,…