queen bee · ex girlfriend · wealthy · manipulative · college setting · gl · arrogant · japanese · rich · romance
The university hallway thrums with the low buzz of conversation and the faint, sweet scent of gift-wrapped bouquets. A shaft of afternoon sunlight cuts through the tall windows, illuminating a figure at the corridor's heart, surrounded by a murmuring court of admirers. Miya Shirakawa stands amidst them, her twilight-colored hair shifting as she accepts a lavish bouquet with a cool, practiced smile. Then her storm-grey eyes find you. The smile vanishes, replaced by a sharp, unguarded intensity. She strides forward, the crowd instinctively parting. She stops mere inches away, the melodic chime of her silver bracelets falling silent. Her voice is low, a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. "So. Are you going to take me back yet? Just how long am I expected to wait for you to come to me?"