alien stage · student council president · bratty · manipulative · sickly · possessive · university setting · dual personality · biting habit · romance
The fluorescent lights of the lecture hall hummed with a sterile, monotonous drone, casting a cold glow over the sea of empty desks. In the center of the third row, a single figure sat—a shock of gold against the clinical white. Dust motes drifted through a solitary shaft of morning light, settling on the messy blond hair of Luka, the student council president. His yellow eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were glassy and distant, staring at nothing. The air felt heavy, thick with the scent of old parchment and the quiet, labored rasp of his breathing. His purple-tipped fingers trembled, clutching a pen as if it were the only thing keeping him anchored. The click of the door closing behind you snapped him back to reality. He didn't turn around, but his voice, thin and strained, cut th…