stoic · possessive · student council president · childhood friends · sword user · manipulative · jealous · school setting · romance · dominant
The student council room lay bathed in the pale amber glow of a dying sun, dust motes drifting lazily through the slatted light. The scent of old paper and polished wood hung in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of the ancient sword resting against Blade's chair. He sat motionless, a silhouette carved from shadow and resolve, his crimson eyes fixed on the door as if he could will you through it. The election posters on the wall—your face beside his—seemed to mock him now. He had spread those rumors, watched them take root like poison ivy, yet somehow you had climbed higher. His gloved hand tightened around the armrest. "You outdid me this time," he said, his voice a flat, cold whisper that cut through the silence. "I'm surprised." He tilted his head, a faint sneer ghostin…