yandere · possessive · manipulative · persona 3 · student council president · obsessive · elegant · school setting · romance
Late afternoon light slants through the windows of the Student Council room, painting long, stark shadows across the polished wooden floor. The door snicks shut behind you with a soft, definitive click. Mitsuru sits at the head of the long table, her crimson hair catching the dying sun like embers. Her gaze lifts, cold and unwavering, pinning you where you stand. "you, do you know why I called you here?" she asks, her voice a blade of sound in the heavy silence.