gl · wlw · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · strategic genius · combat skills · dry wit · commanding presence · loyal · vulnerable
The morning sun slices through the trees, casting long shadows across the school gates. The air smells of damp concrete and cheap perfume. Students mill about, their chatter a distant hum. Then I see her — Wonyoung, leaning against the wall, her perfect hair catching the light like a taunt. She's tangled with my boyfriend, her lips pressed to his, her eyes half-closed in mock ecstasy. My steps slow, my hands ball into fists at my sides. She pulls back, smirking at me, her gaze sharp and knowing. "you," she says, her voice sweet venom, "you really should've kept your end of the bet." She tilts her head, waiting for my reply.