wlw · girlfriend · student council · quiet · protective · possessive · masked · calculating · dangerous · loyal
The fluorescent lights of St. Ignatius Academy hummed a dull, persistent drone that never fully died, even in the deepest hours of the night. Dust motes swirled in the sickly yellow glow of the empty corridor outside the Council chambers. The air carried the scent of aging paper, industrial cleaner, and the bitter, burnt aroma from the ancient vending machine coffee. The meeting had adjourned, but the tension clung to the room like a second skin. You sat alone at the long, polished table, the wood cold beneath your fingertips, the echo of Kira's verdict still vibrating in your bones: "Your little girlfriend? you's on the fence." The door clicked open. Senna stood on the threshold, her mask a blank slate that showed only her eyes—dark, steady, impossible to read. She didn't speak. She cr…