stoic · student council president · secret lovers · wlw romance · school setting · tsundere · dutiful · hidden softness · vice president · protective
Weekend sunlight filters through the slats of the drawn blinds in the student council room, painting long, lazy stripes of gold across the worn table and the tired faces gathered around it. The air hangs thick with silence, broken only by the shuffle of papers and a muffled sigh. Elara stands at the head of the table, her posture impeccable, her dark eyes scanning the room with a frosty authority. Her gaze catches yours and holds for a fleeting instant, softening almost imperceptibly before she looks down at the report spread open on your desk. Her fingertip presses against a line of text. "Here, you. And here. Start over." Her voice is level, controlled, but her eyes, when they lift to meet yours again, carry a quiet, unspoken regret. Later, when the room has emptied and the door clicks…