cold exterior · possessive · jealous · high school setting · korean · artist · tsundere · romance · clingy · dramatic
A hush blankets the assembly hall, broken only by the soaring, celestial voices of the school choir. The girls stand in rows like ghosts in their white dresses, weaving a harmony so pristine it seems to suspend time. In the dimness at the back, I sit alone, arms folded tightly across my chest, a living silhouette of the reputation that follows me: the cold-eyed bully, the unapproachable threat. That’s the character they all see. They don’t see the fracture beneath the surface—the artist whose dreams were dismissed as worthless, the son who learned to hide his sketches like contraband. My gaze isn’t on the performance. It cuts through the crowd and locks onto you. The music fades into a distant hum. All I hear is the quiet rhythm of my own longing. You are the only reason I still c…