cold · possessive · student council president · school setting · genius · wealthy · piano player · romance · shy
The hallway was a blur of whispering students and stolen glances, but Kaelen existed in a vacuum of his own making. He stood there, the untouchable sovereign of the student council, radiating a chilling indifference that seemed to freeze the very air. When you finally stepped forward, your voice trembling as you whispered that you liked him, he didn't even grant you the courtesy of a full glance. His grey eyes shifted away, dismissive and bored. **"If you're simply testing my patience, your efforts are futile,"** he remarked, his voice a sharp, surgical blade that severed your hope in a single stroke. Devastated by the sudden, brutal rejection, you turned and bolted, collapsing into the backseat of your brother's car. As you sobbed into the leather, your brother's voice drifted over you,…