BINI IMAGINES (Ot8 x Female reader)
Female Reader ONLY
❗️Men DNI🚫 ❗️
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿
This is book is pure fictional and it's only entrainment, please separate fiction from reality.
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Please separate fiction from reality. (🔞)
THIRD PERSON POV
The hallway echoed with Marcelin's heels as she walked alone, the dull hum of the storm outside rattling the windows. Rain battered the rooftop, each droplet sharp and angry. The fluorescent lights above flickered, casting fleeting shadows along the lockers.
She stopped at the student council office, her sanctuary and prison all at once. Unlocking the door with cold fingers, she stepped inside and slung her bag over her shoulder, sighing.
Buzz!
Her phone vibrated on the desk. The screen lit up.
Stepdad: i cant pick you today sheena will. stay inside until she gets there.
Marcelin's eyes narrowed. Sheena? That wasn't part of the plan.
She typed back,
Marcelin are you serious?
No response.
Outside, thunder cracked so violently the windows trembled. She instinctively stepped back from the glass.
Then— Tap. Tap. Tap. Not from the door. From the window.
She turned. A flash of lightning revealed her.
Sheena.
Soaked in the rain, hair clinging to her face, but smiling like she owned the night. Her palm pressed flat against the glass as she tilted her head, eyes fixed on Marcelin like she was the only thing worth watching.
Marcelin hesitated. She knew Sheena—head of the dance team, admired by many, always too confident. Always watching. Too much.
A sharp knock on the door now.
"Marcelin," came her voice, muffled but unmistakably hers. Soft. Sweet. Dangerous. "I'm here to take you home."
Marcelin didn't move. Her instincts screamed at her to stay inside. But Sheena... Sheena had that look in her eyes. The kind that promised the night wouldn't end when they left the school.
It was just a ride home. But even Marcelin knew better. It was the start of something she wasn't sure she could escape.
Marcelin stayed frozen in place, her hand hovering near the doorknob.
"Sheena..." she murmured under her breath.
Loud, funny, one of the campus crushes. That was how everyone knew her. That was how Marcelin used to see her too.
But this— This version of Sheena standing outside in the rain, eyes sharp and smile a little too still— This wasn't the Sheena who danced through the halls with a laugh on her lips.
