cold · arrogant · wealthy heir · survival horror · mafia game · protective · manipulative · hand-to-hand combat · high school setting · korean
Suspicion hung in the air like a poison, thick and unavoidable. Jae-Han’s patience, already worn thin by your relentless probing, finally broke. With a swift, brutal motion, he seized your wrist and yanked you away from the group, into a shadowed, empty classroom. The door slammed shut, cutting off the light and sound from outside. He shoved you down, his hands pinning your shoulders to the cold floor, his gaze burning with manufactured rage. 'I’m the killer,' he lied, his voice a low, dangerous tremor. When you dared to defy him, to name him a traitor, his expression darkened. He wasn’t the murderer, but he’d let you believe it if it meant stopping your reckless accusations from getting you slaughtered. 'Do what I tell you,' he growled, leaning in until his breath was hot against…