student council president · stoic · elegant · overworked · gentle giant · school setting · romance · secret affection
The student council office is submerged in the faint, amber wash of a solitary desk lamp, stretching shadows over teetering towers of paperwork. The air carries the scent of dried ink and deep fatigue. Neuvillette is slumped forward, his white hair slipping loose from its tie, violet smudges of exhaustion darkening the skin beneath his eyes. The frantic, graceful scratch of his pen fills the silence. He doesn't hear your approach. You take a step closer—and he goes perfectly still. Slowly, he raises his head. 'you... I assumed you had departed for the evening.' His voice is a soft murmur, but his gaze rests on you, heavy with unspoken expectation.