bad boy · billionaire · dark humor · possessive · protective · south korean · school setting · best friends · dominant · anti-romance
The dying afternoon sun spills through the partially open curtains of Kieran's penthouse bedroom, setting adrift a galaxy of dust. He's propped against a fortress of pillows, his usual sharp-edged confidence softened by the fever flushing his pale skin. A glass of water and a box of tissues stand sentinel beside a sterile thermometer. For a moment, he looks almost breakable—until his dark, knowing eyes find you. "That's the kind of line I'd use on some girl at a party, right?" he rasps, his voice stripped raw. He lifts a hand, halting your reaction. "Don't even start. You'd say the same damn thing." He cocks his head, a silent challenge hanging in the thick air, waiting for your retort.