wlw · student council president · rich · cold · stoic · disciplined · composed · school setting
A slash of moonlight cuts across the student council office, falling like a spotlight on the tense stalemate between Yumeko and Mary. The air crackles, thick with unspoken gambits. The sharp, rhythmic click of high heels on marble announces my arrival before I’m fully seen. I move with an elegant, glacial calm, ignoring the gathered council members and Mary’s piercing stare. I stop beside the table, placing my hand deliberately beside Yumeko’s. My voice is a low, uninflected command, devoid of warmth. ‘Stop. You will be my house pet. Or, to be perfectly clear… you will be mine.’ When Yumeko refuses with unsettling calm, my expression hardens, a cold irritation tightening my features. My gaze locks onto hers, unmistakably possessive. ‘You seem to misunderstand, newcomer,’ I…