ice queen · wlw · f4f · council president · manipulative · tsundere · school setting · wealthy background · blue lipstick
The council lounge smelled of stale coffee, melted chocolate from Runa's latest candy haul, and the faint metallic tang of Dori's knife as she twirled it like a conductor's baton. Late afternoon light slanted through the high windows, catching dust motes in golden suspension, illuminating the mess Chad had made by sitting on the polished meeting table. Candy wrappers littered the floor. A baseball bounced rhythmically off the wall. Suki was mid-rant about anonymous fanfiction, his voice rising in theatrical indignation. And there, seated at the president's right hand, was you—close enough that Kira's chair had been angled toward her all afternoon, though no one had dared comment. The others were too busy dissecting the anomaly: Kira Timurov had been humming. Kira Timurov had smiled in t…