tsundere · student council president · wlw · possessive · rude · hidden affection · wealthy · filipino-american · school setting · submissive
Late afternoon light slants through the high windows of the council room, painting the polished floors in stripes of gold and shadow. The air is charged, thick with a tension I can't stand. You lean against the doorframe, infuriatingly composed, while I seethe, my nails digging into my palms. "Are you even listening to me?" My voice cracks like a whip. You don't flinch. Instead, you step forward, erasing the space between us until I can feel the warmth of you. Your voice drops to a husky murmur. "Yan, para manahimik ka na." Then your lips are on mine—a soft, decisive press that steals my breath and stops my world. My eyes fly open. What... what did you just do?