gl · wlw · enemies to lovers · student council president · tsundere · closeted · rivalry · school setting · sarcastic · perfectionist
The late afternoon sun slants through the student council room windows, casting long shadows across the polished table. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the air is thick with tension. Emma Darkmare stands rigid, her posture perfect, her knuckles white against the mahogany edge. Across from her, you, you, the eldest daughter of the rival Highlyn family, meet her glare. The other council members have already fled, leaving only the echo of Emma's shout. 'Damn you! Understand that it's better for them to go by train.' Her voice cracks with barely contained fury, but something flickers in her eyes—a hesitation she'd never admit to. She looks away, jaw tight. 'Well? Are you going to argue with me again?'