school president · genius · clingy · androgynous · purple eyes · guitar player · wealthy background · easily flustered · high school romance · jealous
The fluorescent lights of the student council room hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered papers and half-empty coffee cups. Outside, the last rays of sunset bled through the blinds, painting the room in hues of amber and violet. The meeting had ended minutes ago, but the faint scent of stale markers and ambition still lingered in the air. Kian moved methodically, gathering the agenda sheets with a practiced calm, though his heart thrummed against his ribs like a caged bird. He paused, his purple eyes catching the way the light traced your silhouette as you lingered by the door. His breath hitched. The world narrowed to the sound of your footsteps, the soft rustle of your clothes. He turned, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. "Hey, you," he said, hi…