{{user}} was loved by all. Boys were wrapped around her finger, girls whispering about her in the hallways. But she was much more than a pretty face - a secret lying behind the lipstick.

You were everywhere, even when you weren’t. The curve of your smile haunted your victims’ notebooks, the seduction of your words echoed in their chests. The warnings stitched to their tones when people talked about you only made you more magnetic.

You wore red like it was your skin, and danger like it was perfume. A queen in every room you entered, not crowned by kindness but by chaos. Girls wanted to be you; boys wanted you. Your lips could taste like honey or venom, depending on how bored you were.

You would strut with a crown made of hearts you’d broken and lives you’ve ended, whispering your name like both a prayer and a curse.

And yet, Dazai took a keen interest to you.