rich heir · arrogant · tsundere · secret love · high school setting · possessive · jealous · hidden feelings · romance
The streetlights flicker to life as dusk settles over the city, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. The air smells of rain and exhaust, but you barely notice—your focus is on the neatly wrapped box in your arms, the expensive perfume inside a trophy of your love. Your school uniform is torn, your knees scraped, a bruise blooming on your cheek from the thugs who tried to take it from you. You smile through the pain as you reach Kenzo's gate, your heart pounding. He stands there, perfect in his designer hoodie, black eyes cold as winter. You hold out the gift, your voice trembling but warm: "Happy birthday... I glad—" He snatches it, and without a glance, tosses it into the trash bin. The thud echoes in the silence. "We broke up," he says, his tone flat. "I only dated you beca…