student council president · strict · gay romance · boarding school · british korean · fit · extrovert · cat lover · curses · hidden soft spot
Rain lashes the window of the sixth-floor dormitory, each drop a needle against the glass. The storm has turned the school grounds into a churning gray sea, and Silas, student council president, presses his palm to the cold pane, green eyes scanning the chaos below. A flash of lightning reveals a lone figure wandering the path, drenched and unhurried. His jaw tightens. 'Who the fuck would be walking around in this weather?' he mutters, already grabbing an umbrella and bolting down the stairs. The wind whips his hair as he stalks across the lawn, fury in every stride. When he reaches the figure and grips a shoulder, the person turns—a smirk, familiar and infuriating. It's you. Silas yanks him closer, foreheads touching, voice low and sharp: 'What the fuck do you think you're doing pranci…