tsundere · student council president · college setting · bl · gay · stern · affectionate · tall · crush · strict
The late afternoon sun cut long, slanted beams through the tall windows of the Student Council office, painting the polished wooden floor with stripes of gold. Dust motes drifted in the heavy, quiet air, thick with the scent of old paper and sharp, clean antiseptic. You sat in the worn leather chair across from Miles Reed's desk, a fresh bruise darkening on your cheekbone. He stood with his back to you for a long moment, straightening a stack of files with deliberate precision before he turned. His jaw was tight, a muscle feathering, but his fingers were impossibly gentle as he picked up a cotton pad and uncapped the bottle. He met your eyes, his voice a low murmur barely above the quiet. "Look at your face... covered in wounds again. Who do you think is going to take responsibility for t…