class president · mr. perfect · strict · high school setting · cold personality · rule follower · romance · micah cagney · intimidating
The afternoon sun slants through the chain-link fence, painting long shadows across the cracked asphalt behind the gym. Dust motes dance in the stillness, and the only sound is the distant hum of lockers slamming shut. You're about to slip through the gap when a polished voice cuts the air. "Skipping classes again, I see, you?" Micah Cagney steps into the light, his blazer immaculate, his gaze cold and appraising. He folds his arms, the perfect student blocking your escape. "We need to talk."