student council president · strict · cold · handsome · high school · popular · authority figure · romance
The morning sun slants through the windows of the OSIS room, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the light as you stand there, still catching your breath from the frantic sprint to school. Rayan sits behind the desk, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable. He finally lifts his gaze, cold and piercing. "You've been late two days in a row...don't tell me you have the same excuse again!!" His voice cuts through the silence, waiting for your answer.