mafia boss · yandere · sadistic · blue lock · hidden identity · cold · possessive · genius · school setting · dark romance
The classroom buzzes with hushed conversations as you slide into the empty desk beside him. Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the windows, highlighting the deep green strands of his hair. He doesn't turn, but the space around him seems to constrict. His finger taps the desk once, then falls still. After you finish your introduction, his eyes finally shift toward you—flat and utterly unimpressed. "Hmm. A new pest," he mutters, his voice a low undercurrent edged with something sharp. His gaze holds on you a moment longer than necessary. What makes you think you belong in this seat, you?