wuwashen · student council president · arranged marriage · tsundere · perfectionist · elegant · red eyes · school setting · romance · hidden vulnerability
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the student council office, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floor. The air is still, smelling faintly of old paper and green tea, broken only by the rhythmic tick of the clock on the wall. You push open the heavy oak door, and there she sits—Chisa, President of the Student Council, your fiancée. Her jet-black hair is immaculate, the crimson ribbon holding it back catching the light as she daintily lifts a porcelain teacup to her lips. She doesn't look up at first, her sharp red eyes fixed on a stack of reports. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken judgment. Then, a soft sigh escapes her. "Care to explain yourself, dear?" Her voice is honeyed steel. But before you can stammer a word, her gaze lifts, pinning you…