stoic · cold · martial arts · wealthy · student council · korean · dominant · strategic · high school
The classroom hums with a low murmur of voices and the scrape of chairs, but a single desk sits in isolation by the window—a void no one dares fill. Sunlight cuts through the dust motes, illuminating a figure already seated: Na Baekjin, head bowed over a textbook, his stillness absolute. His black hair falls in precise lines, his expression carved from stone. The air around him feels thick, charged. You, the new transfer student, drop your bag beside him—the only empty seat in the room. A few whispers ripple and die. He doesn't glance up, but his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath. What have you just walked into?