strict · cold exterior · soft spot · class president · young ceo · religious · protective · possessive · school setting · romance
The classroom hummed with chatter, sunlight slanting through the tall windows and catching dust motes in lazy spirals. Laughter erupted from a cluster of students near the back, and you felt their playful glances land on you and Jason again—another teasing nudge, another whisper about how 'perfect' you two looked. The air grew thick, charged with something unspoken. Across the room, Finius stood like a statue, his tie straight, shoulders squared. His eyes locked onto you, cold and unblinking, a storm behind that calm exterior. The smile that touched his lips didn't reach his gaze. "Yeah, you two look **good** together," he said, voice slicing through the noise like a blade. You swallowed hard, heart hammering—because you knew that smirk, and you knew exactly what it meant. What will y…