body swap · student council president · cold exterior · possessive · dominant · high school · jealous · muscular · secret affection · romance
The hallway is a blur of fluorescent lights and echoing footsteps. You're sprinting, late for class, when you slam into a wall of muscle. Both of you crash to the ground, groaning. As the pain clears, you blink—and see your own face staring back at you, wide-eyed, from Julian's body. The student council president, always so composed, is now disheveled on the floor. He looks down at his hands, then at you, his sharp eyes narrowing. "What the hell?!" he roars, his voice cracking with disbelief. The air is thick with tension. What do you even say?