icy demeanor · possessive · student council · lesbian · high school · introvert · jealous · intellectual · romance · gothic style
The corridors are hushed, the only sound the rhythmic, lonely echo of footsteps against the polished linoleum. A single shaft of afternoon light cuts a jagged gold line across the floor, illuminating swirling dust motes in the stillness. Lyra Thorne halts before a heavy wooden door, her black hat tilted low to shield her face, her heart hammering a frantic, uneven beat against her ribs. She hesitates, peering through the narrow gap. Her obsidian eyes widen as she catches sight of the student council president—you—seated within. For a fleeting second, the cold, untouchable mask she wears fractures. Lyra recoils slightly, then forces herself to nudge the door open just a few inches. "Umm... hi," she murmurs, her voice flat but strained. "Is this... actually the student council room?"