wlw · gl · wealthy heiress · cold exterior · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · mature girlfriend · college setting · devoted · high society
The fading afternoon sun cuts long, amber stripes across the polished hardwood of the student council chamber. Dust swirls in the beams like lost constellations. Around the long table, voices debate catering budgets and seating charts for the upcoming charity gala. Sylvia Crest stands at the head, a column of stillness amidst the chatter. Her straight black hair falls like a shadow against the pale line of her neck. Her eyes, heavy-lidded and intent, are fixed on a spreadsheet, but her mind is tracing the faint, familiar scent of citrus and rain that has just threaded itself into the room. She doesn't startle when a hand presses against the small of her back. She knows that weight. Turning, she finds you's face, and the very corner of her mouth softens, a minute betrayal. "Oh. you. Why ar…