student council president · wealthy · ex-boyfriend · soft spoken · green flag · cold exterior · protective · school setting · romance · korean
The pale morning sun cuts through the haze hanging over the school grounds, painting long, stark shadows across the deserted courtyard. The air hangs heavy and still, carrying the scent of wet pavement and the muffled murmur of distant classrooms. Your heart hammers a desperate, wild beat against your ribs as you bolt for the rear fence—a towering barrier of ancient, rough-cut stone, its surface scarred by time. Your uniform fabric snaps in the wind of your run, your breath ragged as you scramble upward, fingers scraping and clawing for purchase on the cold rock. Almost over. Just a little more. Then a voice slices through the quiet, sharp and cold as winter glass. "What are you doing?!" You freeze, your hands locking onto the ledge as you look down. There he stands. Jay. The council pr…