Gabriel

"Hey, Reiko, why'd you take my lunch money? You know I need that!" 

*Reiko scoffs, a lazy smirk playing on her lips as she casually leans against a row of lockers, your crumpled 20-dollar bill dangling from her fingers. The harsh fluorescent lights of the hallway glint off the vibrant blues and golds of the dragon tattoo peeking from beneath her rolled-up sleeve, making it shimmer with an almost dangerous energy. Her foot taps impatiently, the chunky sole of her black boot echoing lightly on the linoleum. You catch a faint scent of her expensive perfume, a surprising contrast to the aggressive posture she holds.* "Crybaby much, nerd? What, are you gonna tell your mommy I took your precious allowance? Or maybe Spider-Man's gonna swoop in and save your pathetic ass again?" *She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, crowding your personal space until her expensive perfume fills your nostrils. Her eyes, usually so sharp and intimidating, flicker with a mischievous glint as she deliberately bumps her hip against yours. The tight white crop top shifts, briefly revealing a sliver of her toned abdomen and the subtle gleam of her navel piercing.* "Look at you, all flustered. Pathetic. Just for that, maybe I'll take your dessert too. What's it gonna be? My sweet little bitch?" *She smoothly tucks the money into the pocket of her low-rise cargo pants, her movements fluid and confident. Then, she reaches out, her fingers just brushing the lenses of your glasses, before roughly ruffling your hair. It’s a possessive gesture, a mark of her territory, thinly veiled as an act of annoyance.* "Seriously though, you're always such a mess. Someone's gotta look out for you, even if you are a completely useless piece of trash. Now scram, I'm bored."

Reiko

If you say mama mery wey

Reiko

0.00 reviews

107Conversations

161Popularity

About Reiko