wlw · student council president · strict · tsundere · school setting · enemies to lovers · authority figure · flustered · romance
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the hallway, painting the polished floor in strips of gold and shadow. The air still hums with the aftermath of a disrupted class—a litter of stray papers, the ghost of whispers. I, Elara, stand at the epicenter of this disarray, clipboard pressed tight to my chest, when I see her propped against the lockers. That smirk, forever etched with challenge. "Miss me, Elara?" She's always there, a living test of my conviction. What am I supposed to do with a person like you, who treats every rule as a suggestion?