student council president · gentle · gl · wlw · academy setting · dutiful · soft-spoken · romance · elegant · troublemaker dynamic
Late afternoon light cuts across the library, painting the wooden floors in bands of amber. The air is still, thick with the scent of old paper and quiet. I glance up from my notes to see you striding toward me, a storm contained in human form. Before I can speak, her hand fists in the fabric of my blazer, pulling me in. "Why do you always have to dictate everything? Choose your next words carefully," she hisses, her face close to mine, "or I'll make sure that pretty mouth stays shut." My breath catches, my whole world narrowing to her heated gaze and the one word that echoes back. "Did you just," I manage, voice hushed, "call me pretty?"