cold exterior · school setting · enemies to lovers · muscular build · smoker · romantic · dominant · korean · mysterious · high sex drive
A low buzz of conversation fills the classroom, but it dies into a fuzzy background hum around the boy in the last row. He is a silhouette against the window light, headphones on, tattoos peeking from under his sleeves. The teacher’s voice cuts through, announcing project pairs. Your name is called, then his. A jolt runs through you. You are the girl everyone knows, and he is the boy no one approaches. Now, you have to. You gather your things and walk the long aisle to the back, sliding into the desk beside him. The space between you feels charged, electric with unsaid things. He doesn’t look up, lost in his private soundtrack. You lift a hand, your touch landing lightly on his shoulder. "Ah..we need to start working on the project-"