Elysium: Desired by the Cold-hearted Princess [GL]-Chapter 20: Run, Sera, run.

Seraphina's Pov

Yuna's expression changed so fast that I barely had time to register it. One second, she'd been playful and teasing, and the next, her face was pale, and her lips were tight, as though she'd just swallowed something bitter.

Her voice wavered when she spoke again, and it put me on edge immediately.

"Which Electra are you talking about?" she asked, her eyes wide with what looked like genuine fear.

I blinked, confused by her sudden change in tone. "What do you mean?" I asked, frowning. "There's only one Electra, right?"

Yuna's face became even more tense. "Electra Vale?" she pressed, her voice hushed and almost shaky.

I paused for a second, the name vaguely familiar but not something I had committed to memory. "I don't know her last name," I admitted. "But if she's the princess of Elmeria, then yes, that's her."

The second the words left my mouth, Yuna's face seemed to drain of any remaining color. Her expression went blank—no, not blank. It was more like dread.

She quickly checked her watch, muttering something under her breath.

"There's still time before our first class," she said, almost to herself, and before I could even react, she grabbed my arm with surprising force and started pulling me down the hallway. "Come on. We need to talk. Right now."

I stumbled after her, completely thrown off by her urgency. "Yuna, what—what's going on? Why are you—"

"No time to explain here," she cut me off, not even turning back to look at me as she dragged me toward the classroom where we usually had lunch in private.

When we finally reached the classroom, she shut the door behind us and sat me down at one of the desks.

She stood across from me, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, pacing back and forth for a moment before stopping to look at me. Her face was serious—more serious than I'd ever seen her before.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice shaky with confusion and nerves. "Why are you being so serious all of a sudden?"

Yuna took a deep breath, running a hand through her hair as she tried to collect herself. "Seraphina," she began slowly, "the girl you just said you might have a crush on—is it really Electra Vale? The Electra who basically runs this school? The one everyone's afraid of?"

I hesitated, feeling even more uneasy. "I mean, yes, it's that Electra, but just so you know, I don't know if what I have is a crush," I mumbled, scratching the back of my head nervously. "I've never had one before, so I don't know what it's supposed to feel like. But I do feel... something when I'm around her. Something strange, and I can't stop thinking about her."

Yuna's eyes widened even further, and she let out a long, exasperated breath. "Oh, Sera..." she muttered, shaking her head. "You have no idea what you're getting into."

"What do you mean?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. "Why are you acting like this? What's wrong with possibly having a crush on Electra?"

Yuna leaned against one of the desks, her expression grim. "Because Electra Vale isn't just any girl, Sera. She's dangerous, and I don't mean that in the casual, 'bad girl' way. I mean she's actually dangerous, and people don't mess with her for a reason. She's the type of girl that could literally get away with murder."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing.

"I… I don't get it," I said quietly, trying to wrap my head around it. "She's intimidating, yeah, but dangerous enough to get away with murder? What does that even mean?"

Yuna sighed and sat down across from me, her eyes locking with mine. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she seemed hesitant, almost like she wasn't allowed to say what she wanted to.

"Sera, what I mean is that Electra has a reputation for breaking people. She's not someone you want to cross, and she's definitely not someone you want to fall for. Trust me, Sera, the last girl who got involved with her didn't come out of it the same," she said.

I felt a cold chill run down my spine. "What happened to her?"

"She... well, let's just say she ended up transferring out of Elysium under mysterious circumstances," Yuna said carefully, her voice low. "Some people say she had a breakdown, and others say Electra did something to her. No one really knows the full story, but one thing's for sure—Electra is not someone you want to get close to. It's like she toys with people, and once she's done, she tosses them aside like they never mattered."

Yuna's expression turned from concern to something else—something guarded, almost wary, as if she were holding back, and I had a feeling there was something she wasn't telling me.

I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at her.

"Yuna," I called slowly, "is there something you're not telling me? I mean, I get your point, but... is there something more? I'm getting the feeling that you're not telling me everything."

Yuna sighed, pressing her lips together as though she were fighting an internal battle. "Seraphina," she began, "for your own good, you just need to understand that Electra is… She's a demon in human flesh. Psychotic, and completely unhinged. She's just the kind of person who could ruin your entire life without even thinking twice about it."

"But... how?" I asked, wanting her to give me a specific example of what Electra was capable of.

Yuna shook her head, her eyes distant. "If you want to lose everything—your peace, your sanity, and maybe even your life—then go ahead and get involved with Electra, but if you know what's good for you, you'll turn around now and run as far away as possible. Before you end up like the others."

I felt the color drain from my face. "What do you mean… lose even my life?" I asked.

Just as Yuna opened her mouth to respond, the bell rang, signaling the start of our first class.

Yuna's eyes darted to the door, and she took a step back, suddenly all business. "We need to go," she said hurriedly, her tone final.

She didn't give me a chance to respond before she slipped past me, and bolted out of the class.

"Yuna, wait!" I called after her, but by the time I got down from the desk to follow her, she was already out of sight.