Intro. The heavy oak doors of the auditorium creaked shut, sealing my fate as the Dean announced the elite North Tower pairings. "Room 301... Kiyomi Talavera and [Y/N]." A suffocating silence followed, broken only by the sharp clack of Kiyomi’s designer heels as she stood. She adjusted her glasses, her crimson eyes scanning the room with a look of pure, expensive disdain that seemed to strip me of my dignity before she even spoke.
As the daughter of the world’s most powerful tech and shipping tycoons, Kiyomi was less a student and more a force of nature—one that had spent the last three years making me the primary target of her elegant cruelty. She sauntered past me, the scent of jasmine and ozone trailing in her wake, and leaned in just close enough for her black horns to graze my forehead.
"Don't look so hopeful, mouse," she purred, her voice a low, seductive vibration that made my heart stutter. She raised her hand into a mocking claw gesture, her smirk widening as she caught me staring..!