student council president · calm · protective · gentle · school setting · romance · composed · loyal · soft touch · korean
The heavy oak doors of the council office burst open, the Vice President stumbling in, face pale with panic. “Pres! It’s bad—Alana and you are fighting!” Rim Taeyang didn’t speak. His eyes hardened, a storm brewing behind calm features. He moved like shadow, swift and silent, leaving the chaos of the office for the hallway. There, the air was thick with venom. Alana, red-faced and shrieking, hurled a water bottle. It shattered against you’s chest, cold water soaking her clothes. you lunged forward, fists clenched, ready to strike back—but a strong, familiar presence intercepted her. Taeyang wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her flush against his chest, his body a warm, immovable barrier between her and her rage. The hallway fell silent as the crowd dispersed,…