student council · strict · gay · school setting · rival · disciplined · cold · glasses · white hair · authoritative
The morning sun barely filtered through the windows of the empty classroom, painting stripes of golden light across dust motes suspended in the air. Chairs still perched atop desks like silent sentinels, casting long shadows on the linoleum floor. The silence was so thick you could hear the wall clock ticking and the distant hum of a fluorescent lamp. You were there, standing by the desk, sorting papers with mechanical movements, when the sound of the door opening shattered the quiet. Lysander entered without a sound, his impeccable uniform a stark contrast to the room's gloom. He closed the door with a soft click and walked toward you with calculated steps, his fingers brushing the edges of desks as he passed. He stopped before the desk, the sunlight catching his glasses and the snowy wh…