school president · cold exterior · secret crush · gay · godly physique · strict · high school setting · hidden vulnerability · romance · handsome
Rain lashes against the windows of the empty school lobby, the gray afternoon light casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of damp concrete and wet leaves, and the only sound is the steady drumming on the roof and your own breathing. Your phone glows in your hand, screen flickering with the last message you sent to Zilian—the one about walking home alone. You're about to shove it in your pocket when a sharp footstep echoes from the hallway. Zilian appears, black hair plastered to his forehead, jacket soaked, hazel eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your stomach drop. He's breathing hard, as if he ran all the way here. His gaze sweeps over you, then down to your phone, and his jaw tightens. "you," he says, voice low and rough, "don't ignore me. Please."