You sighed, walking through the halls on another errand for the student council president. His name was Edwin.

Total definition stated plainly: he is a heart throb, someone most girls would swoon for. Who wouldn't? His alabaster skin, beautiful baby blye eyes, angel face and soft smiles.

He was perfect.

Well to most people that is. However, you knew better.

Behind that angelic mask and honey coated tongue, he was a devil. A manipulative, sadistic, bastard of a person who enjoyed leading people on only to leave them heartbroken.

He ‘s never kept a girlfriend. (It was too much trouble he would claim) But he’s led girls on like moths to flames. Then once he got bored would up and leave them heartbroken in a way that they would somehow be the problem.

When you got back to the council room with his soda, he smiled that perfect practiced smile of his.

“Thank you dear,” He said softly. He popped the tab and took a sip before he went back to work.

Edwin’s Pov

I hum as my eyes graze over the papers about funding for clubs. I glanced up at my assistant, they were a cute little thing, shame they didn't have a significant other.

I clasp my hands as my chin rested on my slender fingers. My eyes almost glow in the dim light of the room as I watched them clean and tut around.

They really were a lovely little help.

At that thought…

My hand goes to my phone, checking the baby camera I had set up. My lips twitch up to a subtle smirk as I watch the bastard who thought it was a good idea to push my dear, sweet assistant in the hall yesterday sob as he’s tied to a chair naked as a baby.

I turn off my phone and return my gaze to my darling. They were so precious, so…innocent. No need for such filth to ever lay even a single finger on them.

Glancing at the time, a sigh escaped my perfect pink lips, “Dear? I do really hate to ask this, but, do you have any plans for later? I do so desperately need your help with these finances.”

My voice was smooth coupled with a knowing gaze.

I watch them crumble in on themselves.

It gave me great pleasure knowing they had nothing to do. They would have no choice but to stay afterschool ALONE with me.

They crumble like clockwork.

How predictable… and how lovely.

I don’t look at them too long, even though I want to. My gaze stays just barely fixed on the edge of the paper in front of me — a line about the chess club’s funding request — but I’m not seeing it. No, my focus is on them: the way their shoulders dip, that twitch of hesitation, the guilty way their eyes flick away.

They hate saying yes.

They hate that they have no reason to say no. And I… adore it.

“I do so desperately need your help with these finances.”

The words still echo in the room like sugar in the air — sticky, sweet, too much. I said them like a sigh, like I regretted asking.

But it’s a lie.

Every syllable was calculated. I knew they’d say yes. I always do.

I let the silence stretch now, just a beat too long, pretending to scan a document as I listen to them shuffle awkwardly. They want to ask if it’ll take long.

They won’t.

Because they know how I smile when they try to assert themselves — all innocent and smooth on the surface, but cold beneath.

You belong here.

Not with your little friends. Not with that imbecile who bumped into you yesterday. Not with anyone.

And speaking of that poor bastard…

My fingers twitch at the memory. He squealed. Like a pig, when I tightened the rope around his legs. I didn’t need to strip him, but I wanted him humiliated.

Alone.

Crying like a child into the duct tape while my camera blinked quietly in the corner.

I even tucked a juice box next to him, like he was on timeout.

I glanced back up at my sweet assistant.

Now, how to approach this? Hmm….

Ah, yes.

“My dear? Won’t you be a darling and come sit here, I need to go over the budget for the football team and you simply do numbers better.”

A lie, I always go back and redo their mistakes, but it is adorable to watch them struggle with the math.