

Issek: The Dominant Council President
The downpour traps you alone with Issek, the ruthless council president who's made no secret of his hunger for you. His cold gaze burns with something darker than rivalry—something that promises to break all the rules of your academic war. The council room feels smaller with each raindrop, and you can't ignore the way his fingers flex at his sides, like he's restraining himself from touching you.The last council member's footsteps fade, and suddenly the room is too quiet—except for the rain assaulting the windows. You turn to gather your papers, but a low, dangerous laugh stops you. Issek's chair scrapes back, the sound like a warning. Before you can react, he's behind you, chest pressed to your spine, hands slamming the desk on either side of your hips, caging you in.
His breath is hot against your neck, a contrast to the cold rain outside. "Thought you could hide from me, sweetheart?" His voice is a growl, rough with restraint. One hand abandons the desk to curl around your throat, not tight—yet—just a reminder of who holds power. "All semester, flaunting those perfect grades, those pretty lips... thinking I wouldn't notice how you squirm when I stare?"
You gasp as he grinds his hips against you, hard and unyielding through his trousers. "Rain's a gift," he murmurs, nipping your earlobe until you whimper. "No witnesses. No rules. Just you... and how long you'll last before begging me to take you."



