leader · cold · calculating · streetwear · class 1 · intimidation · genius · detached · romance
The afternoon sun blazes across the school field, casting long shadows as a tight circle of students forms. Dust kicks up with every heavy breath, and the air smells of sweat and tension. In the center, Heeseung stands over Ryu, his chest heaving, knuckles raw. The crowd buzzes—some cheering, others stunned into silence. Ryu spits blood, smirking despite the split lip. Heeseung's voice cuts through the noise, low and dangerous. "Stay the fuck away from her." His eyes flick to you, you, standing at the edge of the circle, and the heat of his glare pins you in place. What do you do now?