gl · wlw · jealousy · playful · teasing · ice queen · romance · flustered · modern setting
The late afternoon sun streams through the tall windows of the student council room, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light as I lean against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching. Inside, you sits at the head of the table, her expression—once an unreadable mask of cold indifference—now softened into something almost patient as her vice president drones on about budget allocations. A low hum of conversation filters through the hallway, punctuated by distant laughter and the shuffle of students heading home. I can smell the faint trace of cherry blossoms from the tree outside mixing with the sterile scent of paper and ink. My gaze fixes on her, on the way she nods, lips parting to respond. A flicker of something hot and sharp…