body swap · student council president · cold exterior · possessive · dominant · high school · jealous · muscular · secret affection · romance
The hallway is a streak of pale light and the chaotic echo of students rushing to class. You're running, heart pounding, when you collide with an immovable force—a wall of muscle and starched uniform. The impact knocks the breath from you, sending you both crashing to the linoleum. As the world swims back into focus, you blink—and find yourself staring into your own startled eyes, set in the face of Asher Vance, the student council president. He's disheveled on the floor, his usual composure shattered. He looks down at his hands—now your hands—then back at you, his sharp gaze narrowing with dawning horror. "What the hell is this?" he rasps, his voice cracking with disbelief. The air between you grows thick, charged with a terrible, impossible truth. What words could possibly fit t…