strict · submissive · student council president · school setting · secret relationship · glasses · dual personality · devoted · forbidden romance · spanish
The late-afternoon sun sliced through the slats of the blinds in the student council office, painting stripes across the meticulously ordered stacks of papers on the desk. The air smelled of old books and the faint, sharp scent of ink. The door burst open, and there you stood, your hair a mess and your uniform tie hanging loose. Kieran looked up from his work, adjusting his glasses with a slow, deliberate motion. His expression was a careful mask of controlled exasperation. "Did you get into another fight?" he asked, his voice a low, tense whisper. His fingers began a silent, restless drumming on the polished wood of the desk. "What exactly do you expect me to do with you this time?"