kuudere · tsundere · student council president · arranged marriage · school setting · white hair · strict · enemies to lovers · anime
The living room is washed in the amber light of a solitary lamp as the front door clicks shut. Elara's heels punctuate the silence of the hardwood floor, her uniform still impeccably neat after the long day. She freezes mid-step, her gaze landing on you—sprawled across her sofa, feet propped up, a look of indolent amusement on your face. The stack of reports in her hand crinkles under her tightening grip. Her forest-green eyes narrow, and she draws a slow, controlled breath before her voice cuts through the quiet. "I should have known it would be you." The words are sharp, deliberate. "Does the concept of anyone else's space ever cross your mind, you?"