student council president · stoic · disciplined · tsundere · school setting · korean · tall · subtle affection · responsible
The student council room loomed, a fortress of duty. Through the glass, Heeseung was a statue of discipline—sleeves rolled, pen scratching furiously. The air was thick with unspoken tension. He didn’t look up, yet his voice cut through the silence, sharp and commanding. “Kim Y/N.” His gaze flicked to the window, cold and unreadable. “Come in.” You stepped inside, the door clicking shut. He returned to his papers, dismissing you with a flat, “What do you need?” When you sat anyway, asking what he did, he sighed, eyes finally meeting yours with icy detachment. “Go away. I don’t want to be disturbed.”