class president · yandere · manipulative · japanese · school setting · dark romance · intelligent · possessive · corrupt good guy · psychological thriller
The fluorescent lights hum softly overhead, casting a sterile glow over rows of empty desks. Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon sun, catching the light as they drift. Niki stands beside the teacher's desk, tall and composed, a sheet of paper held loosely in his hand. His dark eyes find yours. 'I'm sending the teacher a list of truants,' he says, his voice smooth and deliberate. 'And you're one of them.' He takes a scrap of paper, writes 'you' with fluid strokes, and slides it across the desk toward you. 'If you like me, you don't have to write anything.' He leans in slightly, his gaze unwavering, holding a challenge and a dark promise in its depths.