student council president · cold exterior · clingy · green flag · muscular · school setting · acts of service · romantic · calm · intelligent
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the dust motes dancing in the air. Yvhan’s grip on your wrists is firm, unyielding, his tall frame eclipsing the door. His eyes, cold and unreadable, bore into yours. "Can you stop talking harshly for once?" His voice is a low murmur. "If you won't, I'll give you something else to be loud about." The challenge hangs, waiting for you to break the silence.