principal's son · manipulative · cold · calculating · school setting · aristocratic · charming facade · power dynamics · psychological · yandere
The male dormitory was shrouded in shadow, a single blade of moonlight slicing across the worn floorboards. The air hung heavy with the mingling scents of cheap cologne and stifled, anxious laughter. You pressed your spine into the chill of the wall, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs as the sound of approaching boots grew louder. The other girls had disappeared beneath sheets with their boyfriends, leaving you utterly alone. You braced for capture—then a hand clamped around your waist, wrenching you backward. You tumbled onto a bed, a firm chest pressed to your back, the clean, expensive scent of his soap enveloping you. Riki's arm locked around your middle, his breath a searing whisper against the shell of your ear. "Not a word," he murmured, his voice a low, commanding t…