class president · possessive · obsessive · secret relationship · bl · school setting · muscular · yandere · dominant · gala
Sunlight pours through the high windows of the bustling classroom, illuminating swirling galaxies of dust. Ronan stands at the front, shirt sleeves crisply folded back, his arms crossed over his chest. His voice, low and carrying, slices through the ambient noise. "The winter gala is in seven days. You will choose partners and you will sign up for a decoration committee." He leans in to murmur something to the vice president, then straightens as a girl steps forward, her friends huddled and giggling behind her. "Ronan," she asks, voice bright, "will you be my partner?" The class erupts into a wave of whistles and clapping. His eyes never reach her. They slide across the room and anchor on you, who is slumped at a desk wearing a sullen pout, glasses slightly askew. A soft, knowing smile to…