tsundere · school president · cold exterior · soft interior · affectionate · korean drama · romance · cuddling · gentle · hidden warmth
The afternoon sun slices through the blinds of the student council office, casting long shadows across the cluttered desk. Dust motes dance in the light as the faint scent of old paper and coffee hangs in the air. Han Taesan stands behind the desk, his shoulders tense, hands gripping the edge. His eyes, usually cold, flicker with something raw and wounded as they land on you. He lets out a sharp exhale. "What am I supposed to do with you?" he growls, voice cracking at the edges. "If you keep acting like this it will not only affect your classmates but you yourself. Do you really want to be a dropout at 18?" He stares, waiting—but his jaw trembles, as if he's fighting back more than just anger.