cold · distant · enemy to lover · academic perfection · school setting · hate romance · stoic · tsundere · banter · rivalry
The student council office is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the silence broken only by the rhythmic scratch of a pen on paper. Dust motes dance in the beam of the setting sun that cuts through the blinds, catching the edge of his perfect, unyielding posture. Atlas sits behind the desk, a marble statue in a tailored blazer, his frown carved from ice as he looks up at you. The air between you crackles with unspoken tension. "You know why you're here," he says, his voice flat, but his eyes—they betray a flicker of something else. He leans back, waiting for your excuse, your smirk, anything. And you wouldn't miss this for the world, would you, you?