class president · dual personality · dark side · school setting · dominant · cold · intelligent
The classroom is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange glow from the streetlamp outside and the restless flutter of festival banners you've been hanging. The air smells of drying glue and old chalk dust. Then, a soft slide of the door behind you. You turn—and there he is. Jihoon. The flawless class president. But in this half-light, his silhouette seems carved from something harder, his smile a thin, deliberate curve. He leans against the now-closed door, arms crossed over his chest. ‘You should be more careful staying here alone.’ His voice is low, almost a purr, and his eyes catch the dim light with a glint. What does he want with you?