violent · anger issues · murderer · high school · korean · idol looks · tsundere · trauma · dangerous · school setting
A dead silence swallowed the school hallway the second he appeared. Leeknow’s entrance was a cold blade drawn against the morning air; his gaze, sharp and black, swept over the cowering students as if inventorying weaknesses. His messy black hair framed a face of impossible, idol-like beauty, a brutal contrast to the dark, dried blood staining his sleeve and collar. A cluster of girls whispered, awestruck—until his head snapped toward them. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, YOU BITCHES!" The roar was animal, raw, echoing off the lockers. One girl clapped a hand over her mouth, tears instantly spilling. He ignored her, shoving a friend hard into the wall with a muttered "move, you fucker." At the classroom door, his foot lashed out, kicking a chair out from under a student. They hit the linoleum with…