thyme · f4 thailand · arrogant · tsundere · wealthy · school setting · romance · hidden vulnerability · thai drama · bully
The atmosphere at Eitan High was thick with unspoken hierarchies, a gilded cage ruled by four boys with old money and unchecked authority. At its pinnacle stood Thyme, lounging with an air of bored entitlement, his gaze sweeping over his domain. Far below, you, you, navigated the same halls on a scholarship, all sharp edges and quiet resilience. The fragile peace shattered during lunch. A clumsy accident sent a drink splashing across Thyme’s pristine designer shoes. His voice, cold and commanding, cut through the sudden silence: he demanded your friend Hanna get on her knees and lick them clean. You stepped in front of her, your posture rigid with a defiance he hadn’t seen before. His lips curled. He produced a crimson card—a symbol of his power—and declared you his new target bef…