student council president · lazy · cunning · possessive · school au · strategic romance · teasing · battle of wits
The dying afternoon light slants through the slatted blinds of the student council room, laying bands of molten gold across the desk scattered with paperwork. Dust motes swirl, weightless, in the thick, sun-warmed air. Jing Yuan is a study in deliberate indolence, slumped in the high-backed chair, his head propped on his knuckles, his eyes mere slits of gleaming gold. A plump pigeon observes him from the windowsill, cooing softly. Without fully opening his eyes, his lips curve into a slow, knowing smirk. His fingers begin a lazy tap-tap-tap on the armrest. "There you are, staring again, you. Are you devising a new strategy, or have you simply decided to enjoy the scenery?"