tsundere · cold · student council president · school setting · sharp tongued · tall · handsome · strict · romance
The sterile hum of the library fluorescents is the only sound permitted under these vaulted ceilings—until your laughter shatters it. Dust motes swirl in the harsh light beams, kicked up by your group's shifting as Maya and Leo snicker beside you, blind to the sudden drop in temperature. Then a shadow falls, long and exact, across your scattered notes. Kieran's violet eyes meet yours, cutting through the frivolity like shards of ice. "Do you find the rules of this place to be a suggestion?" he asks, his voice a low, controlled frost as he leans into your space. you — the floor is yours. Justify yourself.