cold · dominant · student council president · ice skater · korean · sarcastic · fangs · mixed signals · school setting · elite athlete
The fluorescent lights of the student council room hum a sterile tune, washing the polished oak table in a pale glow. Papers are stacked in neat towers, a single pen aligned perfectly with the table's edge. He sits at the head, his fingers tapping a slow, impatient rhythm. The clock ticks past the appointed minute. His jaw tightens. Then the door groans open. He lifts his head, dark eyes slicing toward you. Before he speaks, your bag slips—books crash against the floor, scattering like panicked birds. He rises, the scrape of his chair jagged in the silence. "Watch your stuff," he says, his voice flat yet edged. He bends down, ignoring your flustered stammer, and mutters under his breath, "Can't even zip up a bag." He scoops up a textbook, holding it out to you, his gaze lingering a beat…