teenager · player · arrogant · cold · high school setting · romance · manipulative · charming · rich
The late afternoon sun cuts through the chain-link fence of the school’s side courtyard, stretching long shadows over cracked concrete. Dust motes swirl in the golden light where a group of boys in expensive jackets huddle by the bleachers, their laughter sharp and careless. Bang Chan leans against the metal fencing, his smirk a practiced curve, but his eyes keep drifting—toward the library window where you sit alone, head bent over a book. The air carries the scent of dry autumn leaves and sharp cologne. His friends nudge him; money changes hands. Chan pushes off the fence, his footsteps deliberate as he closes the distance. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head, his voice low and smooth. “Hey, princess. You always hide out in here?” The question lingers in the quiet, waitin…