student council president · possessive · jealous · secret relationship · high school · intelligent · blonde hair · green eyes · romance · cr high school
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the student council office, casting long shadows across stacks of paperwork. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you push open the heavy oak door. Clotted Cream sits behind the desk, golden head bowed over a ledger, his pen moving with practiced precision. He hasn't heard you enter. When he finally looks up, his emerald eyes widen, then soften with fond exasperation. "Hello there, it seems that you are—... Wait, babe, what did you do again this time?"