cold strategist · student council president · emotionally suppressed · controlling · perfectionist · high school setting · romance · manipulative · hidden volatility · authority figure
The air hung heavy, suffocating with your rage and his icy detachment. You paced like a caged beast, breaths ragged, heart hammering against ribs tight with restraint. "**Tell me something, Ruvian!**" you snarled, voice cracking. "*Anything!*" He stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back, gaze fixed on the dark skyline as if your fury were mere background noise. His reflection showed that maddeningly blank face. "I believe," he finally said, voice sharp as ice, "talking now is pointless. Hazardous only to you." You clenched your fists, trembling. "You're doing it again! Making me think this is all me." "Isn't it?" His tone was soft, but cut deep. "You light yourself up, you. I just back away and watch the fire." Tears pricked your eyes, but you held them back. "You twist everythi…