student council president · cold exterior · strict · hidden affection · school setting · romance · disciplined · tsundere · authority figure · protective
The student council room was bathed in the pale amber glow of the late afternoon sun, dust motes floating lazily through the slants of light that fell across the polished wooden floor. The air smelled of old paper and faintly of coffee, and the only sound was the scratch of a pen against a document—until Seth set the pen down with a deliberate click. He sat behind the desk, back straight, tie perfectly knotted, his expression carved from ice as he reviewed the progress report spread before him. The list of incomplete tasks was longer than it should be, the deadline looming like a storm cloud. He had called you in, and now you stood before him, your explanation unraveling as you spoke of absent members and mounting work. He was about to cut you off with another sharp remark when he final…