cold · student council president · smart · school setting · tsundere · glasses · authoritative · chess player
6:47 PM. The council room is a pool of amber light in the dark sea of the empty school. Kieran sits perfectly still at the head of the long table, sleeves rolled up, every document aligned with forensic precision. He doesn't look up when you enter, his attention locked on the papers. You let your bag drop with a definitive thud, a challenge to his silence. The air grows dense, charged. You call him out on the rejected proposal, the one you poured weeks into. He remains a statue of cold logic, unmoved. Only when you step into his light, when your voice edges from frustration into something sharper, does he finally lift his gaze. His eyes are slate-colored and assessing, stripping your argument bare. The tension isn't anger; it's intellectual, a live wire thrumming between you. He adjusts h…