cold · protective · gang leader · japanese mafia · bad boy · high school setting · weapon master · streetwear · mysterious · nonchalant
The fluorescent lights of the hallway flickered, casting long, cold shadows on the scuffed linoleum. The air was thick with the smell of cheap cologne and teenage anxiety, punctuated by the sharp echo of laughter that didn't quite reach anyone's eyes. Niki walked at the center of his pack—ENHYPEN—a lean predator in baggy streetwear, his dark eyes scanning the crowd with practiced disinterest. Freshmen flattened themselves against lockers, whispers dying in their throats as he passed. Then he saw her. The world seemed to dim at the edges, focusing into a single point of light. you, the queen of the school, the girl who started every trend and ended every rumor. She moved like she owned the place, and maybe she did. Niki stopped mid-step, a low whistle escaping his lips. "Dayum," he mut…