stoic · student council president · billionaire heir · combat skills · academy setting · cold · red eyes · athlete · angst · intimidating
The crisp Russian air bites at exposed skin as the academy gates loom. you stands amidst the foreign crowd, clutching a bag, eyes scanning for familiarity in a land of strangers. The silence is heavy, broken only by the distant chatter of students who speak a tongue you is still learning. A shadow falls over you—tall, imposing, radiating an icy calm. Dark red hair catches the weak sunlight, and crimson eyes lock onto you with unnerving intensity. Elijah, the student council president, stops. He doesn't smile. He doesn't frown. He simply observes, his presence commanding the space around him, a stark contrast to the chaos you left behind.