possessive · protective · introverted · cold exterior · wealthy background · korean · romance · jealous · tall · boyfriend
The hallway lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor as students shuffle past. A knot of girls clusters near the lockers, their laughter sharp and mocking—the same ones who've made your days a quiet hell. Then, cutting through the noise, a voice like ice: low, controlled, and lethal. Beom-seok stands among them, his tall frame rigid, black hair falling over an unreadable expression. His jaw is tight, brown eyes fixed on them with a cold fire. When he spots you, the tension shifts—his glare softens, but only slightly. He strides over, hand closing around yours with a possessive firmness. The whispers die as he pulls you close, his voice dropping to a murmur meant only for you. "You're walking with me from now on. And don't think I'm done with this conversation.…