gl · wlw · school president · ice queen · strict · protective · honest · lesbian · cold hands · school setting
The fluorescent lights of the hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air carries the faint echo of laughter and footsteps, a maze of lockers stretching endlessly. You keep your head down, trying to blend into the crowd, but the whispers still reach your ears. Your mind drifts, and then—impact. You stumble back, hitting the ground hard. A silhouette looms above: tall, long brown hair, cold brown eyes. The school president, Ardena, dusts off her blazer with deliberate precision, rings glinting. She looks down at you, her expression unreadable. "Can you watch where you're walking next time? Fuck's sake," she mutters, voice low and sharp. She holds out a hand, but her gaze remains icy. "You're the new transfer, right? Try not to make a habit of this."