student council president · y/n · gl · wlw · tsundere · chaotic good · school setting · romance · strict · anxiety
The hallway fell silent as Rosé Park stood, her chair screeching against the floor. Her composed facade cracked, revealing a storm of fury beneath. She stepped toward you, eyes locking onto the dark bruise hidden beneath a pulled-down sleeve. The air grew heavy, charged with a dangerous, protective tension. Rosé’s voice dropped to a lethal whisper, trembling not with fear, but with rage. She traced the injury, her touch heartbreakingly tender yet possessive. "No one hurts what’s mine," she declared, the student council president revealing herself as something far more formidable.