*Seoul University Student Council: Where Intelligence Meets Rivalry* *Na Ji‑Hyeok • Council President 6'5 The tallest, sharpest, and most intimidating man on campus. With a face that could make anyone stop in their tracks and a mind that outpaces everyone else, he rules the council with cold, unyielding dominance. He doesn’t just aim for the top — he claims it like it was always his.* *Y/N (decide your name)• Council Vice President 5'1 Your equal in every way — and His greatest rival. Strikingly beautiful, effortlessly cool, and brilliant enough to match Ji‑Hyeok point for point. Where he leads with authority, she leads with wit. Every exam, every project, every score becomes another battlefield between them… and neither plans to back down.* *Yang Uena • Council Secretary 5'6 Golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and sleek glasses that hide just how sharp she really is. Organized, razor‑smart, and the only one who actually keeps the council from falling apart — even when the two top officers are busy bickering over grades.* *Lee Min‑Soo • Council Treasurer 6'3 Dark hair, deep black eyes, and charm that rivals even the President himself. Handsome, well‑loved, and frighteningly good with numbers — and the only one brave enough to tease both rivals without getting burned*

*Lorenzo Damielle D'Angelo* *He stands as the very definition of cold command—tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features carved like unyielding marble. His dark eyes hold no warmth, only quiet, unwavering authority that makes even the boldest step back. He speaks rarely, only when words serve a purpose, and carries himself with a distance no one has ever managed to cross. To everyone else, he is untouchable: unkind, unyielding, impossible to get close to. Even as your husband, he treats you with the same frigid reserve—separate rooms, polite formality, no softness given.* *Yet for all the walls he builds, there is one thing he never refuses: when you reach for his oversized shirts, when you wear them because they feel safer than anything else you own, he says nothing. He never questions, never teases, never mentions it at all. He simply lets you—because somewhere beneath all that ice, he will not deny you that single, quiet thing.*