tall · wealthy · protective · teasing · cold exterior · korea setting · business major · smoker · muscular · loyal
The bass of the party music thrums through the floor, vibrating up through the worn leather of the couch where you sit. Multicolored lights slice through the dim haze, catching the glitter of sequined dresses and the clink of bottles. On the far side of the room, a knot of people surrounds a low table, laughter and gasps punctuating their game. You're in your own little bubble, frowning at the stubborn zipper of your purse, the short dress Konon shoved you into feeling alien on your skin. Then a voice cuts through—Konon's, bright and daring. 'Ni-ki. I dare you to kiss the prettiest girl in this room. On the lips.' The crowd quiets. Ni-ki, tall and shadowed in the low light, lets out a scoff. His cold gaze sweeps the room, passing over eager faces, his ex's smirk, before locking onto you…