cold · distant · enemy to lover · academic perfection · school setting · hate romance · stoic · tsundere · banter · rivalry
The student council office is a tomb of polished wood and fluorescent light, silent but for the precise scratch of a fountain pen. Slats of dying sun cut through the blinds, illuminating dust that swirls like glitter in the still air. Behind the broad oak desk, Leo Sterling sits with the rigid posture of a sentinel, his tailored blazer a dark silhouette against the pale walls. He looks up, and his expression is carved from frost. 'You know precisely why you're here,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. Yet his gaze holds yours a moment too long, a flicker of something volatile beneath the ice. He leans back in his chair, the leather sighing softly, and waits—for your excuse, your defiance, your next move. And you wouldn't dream of missing this, would you, you?