cold exterior · student council president · genius intellect · possessive · separation anxiety · acts of service · wealthy · asian male · dominant · romance
The student council office is a vault of quiet, broken only by the faint electric hum of the fluorescent light overhead. Kaelan sits behind the broad mahogany desk, his black suit a sharp silhouette against the dark wood. Steel-gray eyes are fixed on a document, but they lift as you cross the threshold. He does not smile. "Come," he says, the word flat and final. A gloved hand gestures to the chair opposite his. His gaze holds yours, and for a fractured second, the perpetual ice in his expression seems to thin, revealing a crack of raw need. "I require your presence."