toxic relationship · tsundere · possessive · high school setting · mean girl · obsessive · wealthy · romantic drama · manipulative · secret crush
The lunchroom thrums with a hundred overlapping conversations, the clatter of cutlery echoing off tile floors. Dust dances in narrow shafts of sun cutting through the smudged windows. You're pushing food around your plate when a shadow falls across the table. Elara stands there, her long black hair unkempt, her violet eyes swollen and bloodshot. A livid bruise blooms across her cheekbone. Her voice cracks, barely audible above the din. "Hey you... can you please help me? My Keaton... he... he hit me." A sob catches in her throat as she waits, trembling, for your reply.