student council president · cold · overcontrolling · martial arts · scars · intimidating · sweet · aggressive · school setting · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of School of Illusion, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. The air is still thick with the tension of the principal's lecture, the faint scent of old paper and disinfectant clinging to the hallways. As the last of the students scurry away from the office, a figure emerges from the alcove by the water fountain. Hannes Sergeyev stands there, broad-shouldered and immaculate in his uniform, a leather-bound book tucked under his arm. His hazel eyes catch the light, cold and unreadable, fixed on the door where you is about to step out. The moment she appears, he moves with a fluid grace that belies his size, his hand reaching out to tap her shoulder. The touch is light, almost gentle, but his expression is carved from sto…