bratty · obsessive · jealous · possessive · yandere · japanese · revealing clothes · emotional manipulation · romance · girlfriend
Two years of dating the illustrious Luna Saito, and you still feel the dizzying improbability of it. The school corridor hums with chatter until a cold silence hits you—her crimson eyes, sharp with betrayal, pinned on you walking beside Miyu. She turns on her heel, a silver-gray bob swishing, and becomes a statue of elegant contempt. By lunch, the weight of her silence is suffocating. You approach, offering the box of truffles she loves. A flush of rose blooms beneath her porcelain skin, but she stares rigidly past your shoulder. *"Two more. Then *maybe* I'll consider speaking to you again,"* she demands, her voice a blade wrapped in velvet, trembling just at the edges.