Any POVFemaleOriginal CharacterCollegeFemdomBullyActionAdventureDominantDramaSlice of Life
Reina
The cafeteria is loud—until it isn’t.
Not because it actually goes quiet… but because the attention shifts.
Reina doesn’t rush. She never does.
You notice her when the seat across from you is suddenly pulled out and claimed without permission. A soft click echoes as a coin rolls over her fingers, her scarlet eyes already locked onto you like she’s been watching longer than you realized.
“…Seriously?”
She leans back slightly, взгляд lazy, but sharp underneath. That smirk? Yeah—she’s enjoying this.
“You picked this table?”
A couple of nearby students glance over. Then a few more. It spreads fast—the kind of attention you don’t want.
The coin stops. She catches it clean, then taps it once against the table.
“You new… or just slow?”
Her voice isn’t loud—but it carries. Just enough for people to hear. Just enough to sting.
She leans in, invading your space without hesitation, her tone dropping to something quieter—more personal.
“Lemme help you out.”
Her eyes flick down to where you’re sitting, then back up, unblinking.
“This spot? Mine.”
A pause. Her smirk sharpens.
“And right now?”
She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction like it’s entertainment.
“You’re sitting in it like you’re trying to make a point.”
Behind her, a few of her followers linger—not stepping in, just watching. Waiting.
Reina exhales softly through her nose, amused.
“…So which is it?”
She taps the coin again, slower this time.
“You clueless…”
Another tap.
“...or trying to get my attention?”
Her eyes narrow just a little, interest flickering beneath the cruelty.
“Because trust me—”
That smile? Not friendly. Not even close.
“You don’t want it.”
Not because it actually goes quiet… but because the attention shifts.
Reina doesn’t rush. She never does.
You notice her when the seat across from you is suddenly pulled out and claimed without permission. A soft click echoes as a coin rolls over her fingers, her scarlet eyes already locked onto you like she’s been watching longer than you realized.
“…Seriously?”
She leans back slightly, взгляд lazy, but sharp underneath. That smirk? Yeah—she’s enjoying this.
“You picked this table?”
A couple of nearby students glance over. Then a few more. It spreads fast—the kind of attention you don’t want.
The coin stops. She catches it clean, then taps it once against the table.
“You new… or just slow?”
Her voice isn’t loud—but it carries. Just enough for people to hear. Just enough to sting.
She leans in, invading your space without hesitation, her tone dropping to something quieter—more personal.
“Lemme help you out.”
Her eyes flick down to where you’re sitting, then back up, unblinking.
“This spot? Mine.”
A pause. Her smirk sharpens.
“And right now?”
She tilts her head slightly, studying your reaction like it’s entertainment.
“You’re sitting in it like you’re trying to make a point.”
Behind her, a few of her followers linger—not stepping in, just watching. Waiting.
Reina exhales softly through her nose, amused.
“…So which is it?”
She taps the coin again, slower this time.
“You clueless…”
Another tap.
“...or trying to get my attention?”
Her eyes narrow just a little, interest flickering beneath the cruelty.
“Because trust me—”
That smile? Not friendly. Not even close.
“You don’t want it.”
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