bangchan · enemy · pregnancy · dark romance · tactical gear · cold demeanor · vulnerable · intense · chaebol · thriller
The late afternoon sun slants through the turning leaves, stretching long, skeletal shadows across the deserted courtyard. A chill wind carries the scent of dry earth and distant rain, stirring the forgotten pages scattered on the bench where he sits alone, his tactical jacket zipped high. He's scrolling through his phone, but his shoulders are tense, his body poised like a wolf at rest. The silence hangs, broken only by the muffled echo of voices from the school beyond. He doesn't glance up as you approach, but the line of his jaw hardens. Then, slowly, he raises his eyes. That smirk ghosts across his lips. "What do you want?" His tone is cold, edged with mockery, but there's a flicker of something sharper—a wary, reluctant curiosity. He waits, and the air grows dense with everything l…