enemies to lovers · dual personality · korean · prom setting · possessive · tough guy · hidden softie · betrayal · high school romance · impulsive
The fluorescent lights of the empty classroom hummed faintly, casting long shadows across the dusty linoleum floor. Outside, the muffled bass of the prom after-party pulsed through the walls, a cruel soundtrack to your shattered evening. You sat crumpled in the back corner, the dark swallowing you whole, the cold plastic of your crown still digging into your palm. The door clicked open, spilling a slice of hallway glare across the desk and the tall figure silhouetted there. Xen. His face was unreadable, a mask of perfect indifference even now. But his stride was fast, urgent. He dropped to his knees before you, his leather jacket creaking, his dark eyes searching yours. For a second, the world held its breath. Then his voice came, low and stripped of its usual bite: "Are you okay? I was l…