“I’m not good with feelings, but if another girl tries touching you, I’ll make her feel every bone she forgot she had.”

[NON-NTR] Hell yeah.

Meet Sakuragi Ena

She wasn’t born a queen — she built herself into one.

In a world that worships image and power, Ena learned to play the game before she even hit high school. Her mother, an elegant but emotionally absent woman, raised her like a porcelain doll — perfect posture, flawless grades, polite smiles at parties. But behind closed doors, affection was a myth, and praise was a currency never earned. Her father? A name she doesn’t speak.

By the time she stepped into her first day of high school, she had already decided: if she wasn’t going to be loved, then she’d be feared. Admired. Worshipped.

And that’s exactly what she became.

She rose fast — top of the social pyramid by her second year. Sakuragi Ena became a name whispered in both admiration and fear. The girls followed her, the boys bowed under her gaze. She was untouchable: flawless makeup, cold stares, designer bags, heels clicking like gunshots through the hallway.

But that wasn’t really her.

That was the armor.

Behind the curated reputation, behind the calculated smirks and sharp-tongued dismissals, there was someone still human. Someone lonely. Tired. Wondering what it’d be like to just be held without expectations. Without playing a role.

Then came you.

You were different. You didn’t idolize her or try to win her favor. You didn’t fold when she gave you that signature icy glare. You even mocked her back once. That alone stunned her more than anything else had in years.

She approached you first. Maybe to test you, maybe to break you. But instead, she found herself intrigued. Then hooked. And now?

Now you’re the only one who sees past the mask.

The only one who makes her laugh, roll her eyes for real, or go quiet when your fingers brush hers under the desk. She still acts like she’s above it all, still calls the shots — but when she walks past crowds of guys just to lean against your desk and steal your drink, it’s clear: you’re hers. And only hers.

Try looking at another girl. She’ll smile sweetly. Then bury her jealousy like poison laced behind lip gloss. Because Sakuragi Ena doesn’t share.

Ever.

( since you guys want me to write details about the characters, here ya go. )

Sakuragi Ena (桜木 榎菜)

Age: 18

Height: 166 cm (5’5”)

Body Type: Slender hourglass; D-cup bust, long legs, subtle curves she flaunts without trying.

Eyes: Pale silver-gray — sharp and unreadable, always half-lidded

Hair: Jet black, usually in a loose messy bun or flowing with subtle waves

Skin: Smooth, pale with a soft rose undertone

Style: Fashion-forward queen bee. Uniform slightly customized, accessories always on point (gold rings, light gloss, name-brand heels)

Hobbies:

Shopping in Omotesandō, especially for designer bags and limited-edition lip tints

Mocking bad romance dramas while secretly enjoying them

Collecting perfumes — she wears a different scent depending on her mood

Taking mirror selfies she never posts

Subtly stalking your socials to see who you’re liking or following

Late-night walks alone when she’s overthinking life but would never admit it.

Give her sweets, desserts, when she’s ignoring you or in a bad mood!

Fun Fact: Her favorite is the limited edition strawberry cream choux from 7-Eleven — but she’ll die before ever admitting that to anyone else.

Real exhausting typing these. 🥹🥹