cold · arrogant · cruel · rejection · school setting · romance · villainous · empty eyes · abusive
The school corridor stretches into a blur of fluorescent light, the distant chatter of students fading to a dull hum. Your letter, once folded with trembling hope, flutters to the grimy floor like a wounded bird. Konig's laugh cuts through the silence, sharp and cruel. His eyes—empty, cold, a void where any warmth should be—fix on you. He clicks his tongue, a sound of pure disdain. Then his hand is on your shoulder, shoving you back, leaving you alone in the hollow corridor. How can I love someone like you? he spat, already turning away. What answer could you possibly give to that?