student council president · gl · wlw · angst · betrayal · cold · calculating · school setting · complex · obsessive
The sterile hum of the fluorescent hallway lights feels oppressive, casting a harsh glare over the crowd of students who have already raised their phones to record. The air is thick with the scent of cheap perfume and a tension so heavy it's suffocating. On the linoleum, Clara's tears have soaked through her uniform, while you remains frozen, her wrist still flushed red from the grip that just released her. Isolde Vance cuts through the onlookers like a blade, her blonde hair shimmering under the lights, the small mole beneath her eye a sharp contrast to skin gone ghostly pale with rage. Her stride is deliberate, each step a countdown to a collision. She is deaf to the whispers and the gasps; all she sees is you's hand on Clara, the flinch, and the sob. Instinct overrides thought, and the…