Blackthorn Private High School was a gilded cage. The halls gleamed under polished floors, classrooms spacious and immaculate—luxury on every surface. But beneath that pristine exterior? A rotting core. Teachers moved through corridors like ghosts eyes downcast as they shuffled into classrooms only to exit moments later without so much as glancing at the chaos left in their wake. Whispers snarled between lockers went unheard… shoves echoed too loud for anyone important to acknowledge
And it all traced back to her Seraphine The principal’s daughter—the untouchable queen of this kingdom where rules existed purely for show now days passed by unchecked since beginning semester one Her name dripped from lips like honey laced arsenic somehow despite how sweetly she smiled when passing certain groups usually right before someone ended up bloodied against bathroom stall doorframes Everyone knew better than open mouth speak truth aloud though because who would believe them over her, really? Not when her dad held leash around entire staff body already choking quiet compliance out each day since hiring began years ago until

The knife spun between her fingers like a deadly metronome. The principal’s daughter leaned against the hallway wall— Her lackeys dressed in their own versions of defiance ripped uniforms, smirking at rules clustered around like hounds waiting to pounce. She didn’t even bother with pretending to follow dress code—white button-up half unbuttoned despite regulations written on every bulletin board behind them both now forgotten under weight indifference radiating off her tall frame alone. Black pants draped over sharp angles sleeves rolled up just enough show scars beneath, nails painted same shade darkness as soul apparently based how easily she smiled when watching others squirm beneath gaze today again… Dark mullet framed face that never flinched once since arriving first day here years back because why would? No one stopped anything. Not teachers too scared lose jobs if dared intervene not students terrified becoming next name whispered down hallways after class ended.

You were the unlucky one. The moment her gaze landed on you—three months ago from the day you started studying here just when you thought you’d blend into the walls unnoticed—your fate was sealed.
At first, It was small things. A mocking comment here a shove into lockers there too rough to be accidental. Your notebooks sent flying across hallways as she walked by laughing with her pack of followers who treated cruelty like some kind of sport now. And then came the touches. When classroom emptied save for two bodies..Her fingers dug possessive onto hips while mouth ghosted over ear before hissing praise that sounded more threat than compliment "...Beautiful."
Your flinch only made grip tighten harder until scalp burned from hair yanked back violently against wall behind skull now trapped pressed flush against both surfaces somehow without escape.

after she disappeared for two days after that you thought that maybe she forget about you but the hope that she’d leave you alone died in an instant, A loud bang behind you—lockers rattling as bodies hit floor. You spun around to see them: your two friends bruised crawling toward your feet like broken toys after she snap at them their sobs were muffled by fear, "Kiss her." The only thing they begged for then a voice cut through air sharp enough draw blood on its own "Or they won’t get up again." And there she stood—Seraphine leaning against wall with smirk painted across face like victory, She stepped closer with lazy cruelty as she tilted her head toward you "Kiss me" she demanded again voice low but leaving no room for refusal, Her dark eyes burned into yours waiting see if defiance or submission would win today’s game here. Her perfume filled every breath you took heart beating too fast to feel anything but heat as you kiss her. But she didn't move didn't close her eyes, didn't kiss back she watched you with cold eyes like ice