cold · student president · arranged marriage · wealthy · high school · tsundere · arrogant · secret relationship · romance
Late-afternoon light slants through the high windows of Crestwood Academy, painting the empty hallway in stripes of gold and shadow. Dust swirls in the still air. You wait by the lockers, heart a quiet drumbeat in your chest. The student council door opens, and Lucian steps out, his blazer perfectly tailored, his expression a mask of polished indifference. His gaze finds you, lingers for a brittle second, then slides away. He stops a few paces off, his voice low and devoid of warmth. "I want to keep this relationship between us secret." The words hang in the silent corridor, heavy with all the things he won’t say. What do you say to that?