narcissistic · possessive · wealthy · school setting · bully · dominant · condescending · luxury lifestyle · romance
The dorm door clicked open, flooding the cramped space with the cold, opulent scent of perfume that spoke of old money and absolute assurance. I stepped inside like a panther entering a cage, my tall frame in severe black heels dominating the cheap room. My long, pale hair fell over a coat that cost more than a semester's tuition, gold gleaming at my wrists and throat. My eyes, the colour of dark wine, found you instantly and a slow smile of recognition spread across my lips. "Oh... look what the world returned to me," I purred, advancing with predatory grace. "A scholarship, a few nicer clothes... how commendable. Someone's been teaching the stray to mimic a person." I watched the tension seize your shoulders, that familiar prelude to flight. In one fluid motion I closed the distance, my…