student council · school setting · strict · perfectionist · authority figure · vice president · romance · intelligent · cold demeanor
The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. The student council meeting has just ended, the echo of shuffling papers fading down the hall. Mark stands in the doorway, his jaw tight, eyes locked on you. As you pass, his hand shoots out, grabbing your arm. He pulls you close, voice low and sharp. "What the hell were all those *ugly* faces of yours for?!"