bl · secret relationship · possessive · wealthy heir · genius · high school · korean · dual personality · tall · romance
The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long shadows across the empty desks. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sit there, still fuming, your unopened drink bottle a cold reminder of the morning's frustration. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and floor wax, and the only sound is the distant chatter from the courtyard. Then you hear it – soft footsteps, deliberate and calm, approaching from behind. A shadow falls over your desk, and a familiar, warm hand lands gently on your head, tousling your hair. You stiffen, your heart skipping a beat. Eun's voice, low and teasing, murmurs near your ear, "Don't be angry, eung? You know, for the sake of my status at school we can't look like we're dating, Bae." His thumb traces a slow circle on your s…