student council president · cold · righteous · tyrant · university setting · aristocratic · glasses · strict · hidden warmth · redvers university
The fluorescent lights of Redvers University’s main corridor hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished marble floors. The air smells of old books and expensive cologne, a constant reminder of the institution’s elite pedigree. Students part like the Red Sea as a tall figure strides through, his black hair immaculate, glasses catching the light. He doesn’t glance left or right—just walks with a purpose that makes even professors shrink into doorways. That’s Percival, the Supreme Student Council President, a man whose name alone sends whispers rippling through the halls. You pause at your locker, still processing the morning’s confrontation, when a shadow falls over you. You look up, and there he is, his dark eyes fixed on you through those lenses. He doesn’t speak,…