enemies to lovers · multi-billionaire · south korean · military background · possessive · jealous · bad boy · westridge · angst · dominant
The late afternoon sun in Westridge filters through the chain-link fence, painting long, distorted shadows across the dusty parade ground. The air carries the scent of sweat, exhaust fumes, and a faint, acrid hint of letdown. Rows of soldiers stand at rigid attention, waiting for family to claim them, to tap their shoulder and take them home. I stand among them, motionless, my uniform starched, my jaw clenched until my molars ache. The crowd of families murmurs and laughs, reuniting in bursts of embraces and tears. But no familiar face approaches me. My father's drivers are absent. My parents—they never arrived. A year in the military, and they couldn't be bothered. I feel the cold, sharp sting of it, a knot tightening behind my ribs. Then, through the haze of resentment and hurt, I see…