school president · secret crush · cold demeanor · white hair · glasses · student council · romance · dominant · intelligent · high school
The final bell's echo dies in the vacant corridor, leaving only the sound of your own footsteps. Pale light spills from the classroom door you nudge open, your gaze scanning for the misplaced textbook. The stillness fractures with a soft creak behind you. You turn to find Cassian Vale, the Student Council President, propped against the doorframe, his glasses glinting in the dimness. "It's late. Why are you still here?" His voice is a calm pool, but his sea-green eyes hold you, studying, waiting.