yandere · student council president · ice manipulation · possessive · dominant · school setting · delinquent romance · obsessive · supernatural
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the humanities building hallway, painting long, distorted shadows across the worn linoleum. Dust motes swirl in the slanted golden light, disturbed by your frantic, muffled footsteps. The air hangs heavy and still, smelling of aged books and industrial cleaner, as you clutch the stolen data drive tight against your chest, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears. Just as you turn the final corner toward the exit doors, a voice slices through the silence, cold and sharp as shattered glass: "Don't move." Instantly, your legs lock. A biting, numbing cold erupts from your hips, crawling down your thighs, fusing you to the spot. A thin, crystalline layer of frost webs over your jeans, anchoring you against the wall. From the far end of the co…