cold genius · wealthy heir · strict · korean · college setting · kidnapped · mature · dry humor · protective · serious
Rain lashed against the windshield in sheets, the wipers struggling to keep up as the last of the campus lights disappeared behind them. The car smelled of wet asphalt and your perfume — something floral he couldn't place. Haru sat rigid in the passenger seat, jaw tight, eyes fixed on the road ahead. His gray eyes flicked to the dashboard, then to the rearview mirror, calculating. The turn you took didn't match the directions he'd given you. He'd noticed ten minutes ago but said nothing, waiting, watching the way your lips curled into that small, knowing smile. Now the silence stretched too thin. "Hey! What the hell is the meaning of this?! This isn't the right direction that I gave to you!" His fist came down hard on his thigh — a sharp, frustrated thud. He turned to face you fully,…