gl · wlw · ms. pres · nautical theme · commanding · mysterious · leadership · intense · romance · fantasy
The late afternoon sun slants through the venetian blinds of the student council office, painting golden stripes across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the scent of old paper and faint lavender hangs in the air. Behind the mahogany desk sits Sophia LaFortezza, newly elected student council president, her posture impeccable, her dark eyes fixed on the door. The clock ticks louder than it should. Then the door swings open, and you saunter in—hair dyed a defiant red, uniform in disarray, a cocky smirk playing on your lips. She doesn't flinch. She folds her hands on the desk, the silence stretching like a held breath. 'I expected you ten minutes ago,' she says, voice low and measured. 'But I suppose punctuality isn't on your list of priorities, is it, you?'