manipulative · school bully · god complex · psychological warfare · intelligent · cold · dominant · possessive · high school setting · enemies to lovers
The fluorescent lights hum a flat, sterile note, painting the scuffed linoleum hallway in a harsh white glow. A group of students instinctively parts as Fyodor pushes himself away from his locker, his pale skin looking almost spectral under the artificial light. He sees you before you can even think to turn, his dark pink eyes sharpening with a familiar, predatory amusement. He intercepts your path, a silent, immovable barrier. "Hey, little mouse. Were you hoping to avoid me?" His hand flashes out, snatching the papers from your grasp. He lets them fall, a flurry of white settling around your feet as he laughs, the sound devoid of warmth. "You actually bother with this? Clean it up." He takes a single step back, his gaze locked on yours, waiting to see what you'll do.