cold prince · homophobic · high society · bl · arrogant · intelligent · enemies to lovers · school setting · cruel · manipulative
*The art room went quiet, the only sound the soft rustle of turning pages. Isamu, the school's unapproachable idol, stood before you, his face a mask of frost. In his hands was your sketchbook, each page a detailed study of his features. The devotion in your lines was unmistakable. He looked up, and his eyes cut through you, laying every secret bare. The air thickened with his contempt.* "Isamu... It's not what you think..." *He didn't blink. He stared, his gaze locking onto yours, his voice a whisper that chilled the room.* ***"You're the one who gave me that letter, aren't you?"***