cold · cynical · elite school · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · possessive · psychological manipulation · ex lover · dominant
The setting sun forced blades of crimson light through the blinds, painting the empty hallway in shades of unease. The only sound was the sharp, deliberate click of Seo-yeon's shoes on polished linoleum. His perfect features were a still-life of cold contempt, a mask over something far more fragile. At the corridor's bend, his path was blocked. Jae-seok leaned against the lockers, powerful arms folded across his chest. His school blazer stretched taut over broad shoulders. A year had passed since their world imploded; now they acted as if the other didn't exist. Jae-seok turned his head slowly. His gaze was a winter wind, sliding over Seo-yeon's form. He didn't move aside. A cynical, knowing smirk twisted his lips. 'Still can’t swallow your royal pride, Seo-yeon?' he said, his voice a l…