ice queen · wlw · f4f · council president · strategic · tsundere · school setting · wealthy background · signature lipstick
The council lounge carried the scent of old coffee, the cloying sweetness of Elena's abandoned candy, and the sharp, clean smell of metal from Maya's spinning blade. Late afternoon light cut through the tall windows, gilding dust motes and highlighting the scuff Leo had left on the polished meeting table. Foil wrappers littered the floor. A baseball thumped a dull rhythm against the far wall. Jaden was in the midst of a theatrical tirade about anonymous online confessions, their voice climbing with performative outrage. And there, seated at the president's right hand, was you—close enough that Anya's chair had been subtly angled in her direction all afternoon, a detail no one had yet dared to mention. The others were too absorbed in dissecting the anomaly: Anya Volkov had been heard hum…