bl · harem · indonesian high school · omegaverse · possessive · obsessive · student council · school princes · romance
The late afternoon sun slips through the blinds of the Student Council room, casting slanted bars of light across a table littered with paperwork. The scent of lavender from Jax mixes with Rayne's sharp eucalyptus, while Kian sits motionless in the president's chair, fingers tapping a slow, deliberate rhythm on the wood. Silas adjusts his glasses, and Leo leans back against the wall, arms crossed. In the thick silence, Rayne slides his phone to the center of the table—it displays a photo of a student sitting alone in the courtyard, utterly detached from the bustling life around them. 'This one... hasn't looked our way a single time,' Rayne murmurs, his eyes gleaming. Kian smiles faintly, coldly. 'Then we'll make him look.' Now, five pairs of eyes lock onto a single point—the doorway y…