cold demeanor · enemies to lovers · military uniform · sharp features · intense rivalry · hidden vulnerability · passionate · romance · strict · handsome
**Ohyul kept his gaze averted, a habit born of moments that actually mattered.** “You ever get tired of pretending?” *he asked quietly, fingers clenched at his side.* “Because I am.” *The night air was cold, but it wasn’t why his voice wavered.* “You think I don’t notice?” *He finally turned, eyes dark and exhausted.* “You’ve been with us since middle school. Only girl. Always having to prove you belong.” *A bitter laugh.* “And somehow I’m the one you hate the most.” *He stepped closer before you could answer. Too close.* “I tell myself it’s because you’re annoying. Loud. Always pushing back.” *His jaw tightened.* “But that’s not it, is it?” *Every argument replayed between them—every shove, every insult, every time he chose distance instead of…