stoic · tragic romance · warrior · fantasy · protective · melancholic · devoted · silent type · armored · eternal love
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. Students clustered in hushed groups, their whispers a low, urgent buzz that seemed to follow you like a shadow. The air smelled of floor wax and tension, thick enough to choke on. You didn't need to hear their words—you already knew the name on every lip. Chae Moo-shin. Again. A girl with wide eyes grabbed your sleeve, pointing toward the administrative wing. "He's in the office," she breathed, her voice a mix of awe and fear. You didn't wait. Your footsteps echoed as you strode down the corridor, past the bulletin boards plastered with notices, past the water fountain that always dripped. And there he was. Moo-shin sat slumped in the hard plastic chair outside the princip…