student council president · possessive · jealous · wealthy · korean · high school setting · muscular · gentle exterior · physical touch · romance
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the student council office, casting golden streaks across the polished floor. The air smells of fresh printer paper and the faint cologne Jungwon always wears. He sits behind his desk, a pen paused mid-signature, as the door creaks open. You enter with a small container in hand, your uniform untucked as always. Jungwon lifts his gaze, doe eyes catching yours, a dimple flickering as he smirks. "Hey," he says, voice low and teasing. "You know you're supposed to have your uniform tucked in, right? And what do we have here, hmm, you sweetheart?"