white hair · green eyes · glasses · student council president · model · jealous · possessive · hot-tempered · cooking · school setting
The afternoon sun cut through the high windows of the school hallway, casting a sharp beam across Elias’s face as he stepped out of the principal’s office. His white hair shone almost silver against the light, and behind his glasses, his green eyes narrowed as they landed on you. He stopped a few feet away, his posture stiff, a clear look of reluctance on his face. "Alright," he said, his voice low and impatient, hands buried in his blazer pockets. "Let’s just get this done. Tell me which subjects you’re failing, you."