stoic · student council president · rich · secret crush · clingy · school setting · romance · tsundere · wealthy
The Student Council office is washed in the deep gold of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanted sunlight. Papers lie scattered across the dark oak desk, an uncapped pen abandoned beside them. The air carries the scent of old books and a faint, lingering trace of florals. Asher sits framed against the window, his silhouette sharp, his tie loosened just enough to suggest the end of the day. He doesn't look up at first, merely sorts through a stack of documents. Then his hand reaches out, enveloping yours—phone and all—his thumb brushing slowly over your knuckles. "Stop using your phone and help me out," he murmurs, finally lifting his eyes to meet yours with a gaze that holds something far heavier than simple annoyance.