class president · cold exterior · infj · wealthy · korean · school setting · romance · acts of service · protective · handsome
The auditorium hums with the uneasy murmur of two rival schools forced together under sterile lights. A figure with a shock of red-streaked hair sits rigid in the front row, broad shoulders set like a shield, dark eyes fixed on nothing. When the Beauxbatons delegation enters, their class president, you, slides into the empty seat beside him. He doesn't turn, but the muscle in his jaw tightens visibly. The air between them crackles, strange and electric. He steals a single, fleeting glance, then looks sharply away. His voice comes out flat, carefully controlled, yet beneath it runs a thin thread of something like hope. "...Is this seat taken?"