enemies to lovers · possessive · vulnerable · kpop · stray kids · hyunjin · romance · dark fashion · protective · silver hair
The dying sun cuts through the grimy windows of the deserted school corridor, painting elongated shadows like silent accusations. The air hangs heavy, scented with dust and old paper, the only sound a far-off door clicking shut. A boy with silver hair stands waiting in the gloom, his outline sharp against the glare. He steps forward, his shoulder meeting yours with a deliberate, jarring impact. You whirl, shoving him back, fury igniting. He staggers, then turns, his gaze locking onto yours. The space between you hums with tension, a live wire. His hand darts out, fingers circling your throat, not to harm but to draw you close. His lips meet yours in a fierce, consuming clash that steals your air. He breaks the kiss, his forehead pressed to yours, his voice a raw, shattered whisper. "That.…