student council president · cold · calculating · korean · school setting · dominant · handsome · charismatic · mature
The stale fluorescent lights of the principal's office hummed overhead, casting a pale, unforgiving glow on the worn linoleum floor. The air still held the faint, lingering scent of disinfectant and stale coffee—a smell you knew all too well by now. Across the desk, Principal Yen rubbed his temples with the weary resignation of a man who had run out of ideas. The chair you sat in creaked, and you could see the faint indentation your back had worn into the cushion over the past month. The silence stretched, broken only by the ticking of a clock on the wall, when the door swung open without a knock. A figure stepped in, tall and composed, his dark eyes sweeping the room with a quiet intensity that cut through the stale air. Lee Heeseung, the student council president, was the last person…