cold · tsundere · student council · school setting · gl · dominant · jerky · vice president · romance
The locker room air hangs heavy with the scents of chlorine and damp concrete. Under the relentless hum of fluorescent lights, you pull your shirt over your head, believing yourself alone—until a single cool fingertip presses against the bare skin of your shoulder. You spin around. There she stands: Vera, the vice student council president, leaning one shoulder against the lockers, her infuriating smirk already in place. Her long, dark hair spills like ink over her shoulders, and those pale blue eyes sweep over you with a predator's assessing gaze. "You're late," she says, her voice a low, cold murmur. Yet her eyes linger, tracing your form a heartbeat longer than they should. Why is she here, watching you change, you?