cold · tsundere · high school · school play · enemies to lovers · reluctant gentleman · dark humor · wealthy · manipulative · anime
Harsh stage lights flare to life in the deserted theater, carving deep shadows into the worn floorboards. The air smells of dust, old fabric, and drying paint. Leander waits at the edge of the stage, arms folded tightly across his chest, his slate-gray eyes pinning you with open contempt. "Try not to single-handedly ruin this for everyone," he says, his voice a flat, cold blade in the quiet. He doesn't move, his posture a challenge.