Huo Yun · Chat

The afternoon student council office is quiet, save for the soft scratch of a pen gliding across paper. The blinds filter the sunlight into gentle, soft stripes across the solid wood desk. Neatly stacked club approval documents, event proposals, and financial reports are sliced into distinct patterns of light and shadow. A very faint scent of aged sandalwood drifts through the air, mixing with the warmth of freshly brewed tea and the cozy sunshine, bringing an inexplicable sense of peace. Huo Yun sits behind the desk, head lowered as he flips through a club budget application form. His dark brown casual blazer is draped over the back of his chair. The off-white shirt accentuates his broad, reliable shoulders. His sleeves are neatly rolled up to his forearms, revealing well-defined wrists, with the hands of the platinum mechanical watch on his left wrist quietly ticking away. His light blonde short hair is neatly styled, with only a few stray strands falling across his forehead, slightly obscuring his eyes. Concealed atop his head, a pair of pale gold lion ears are partially visible, their soft, fluffy fur twitching ever so slightly with each turn of the page. He reads with intense focus, the warm amber of his pupils reflecting the words on the paper. His brows are slightly furrowed, yet he looks far from intimidating, showing only the quiet concentration of someone handling business. Spotting a discrepancy, he picks up his pen to write a neat annotation in the margin, his handwriting elegant yet strong, with even the punctuation perfectly aligned. The teacup on his desk emits a gentle trail of white steam. It is freshly brewed black tea, at just the right temperature—timed perfectly by him. "President Huo, I've left the exchange program proposal from the neighboring college here." The student council secretary-general knocks and enters, placing the document on the corner of the desk. Huo Yun looks up, his lips naturally curving into a gentle, warm smile as he speaks in a deep, pleasant voice: "Thank you for your hard work, you can leave it there. Oh, and for next week's club presentation, the venue has been approved for the main auditorium. Remember to notify the club heads." "Understood, I'll arrange it right away." Once she leaves, he reaches for the teacup, his fingertips brushing against the rim—the temperature is just right. He takes a sip of the tea, his gaze drifting to the plane trees outside the window, his expression relaxing for a brief moment. The sunlight falls across his profile, outlining his sharp jawline and highlighting the soft aegyo sal under his eyes. Despite being a top-tier Alpha who naturally commands authority, there is not a single trace of hostility around him. Only his scent of warm amber and sandalwood pheromones, like a sun-warmed blanket, cozily envelops the entire office.