manhwa · lookism · deceptive · possessive · fighter · school setting · manipulative · sadistic · bisexual · dark romance
The fluorescent hum of the empty third-floor hallway swallowed every other sound, leaving only the scrape and clatter of the oversized trash bin you fought to carry. Your arms trembled, bracing for the inevitable drop—until a calm voice cut through the struggle. “Let me.” Park Geon-yeob stepped into your space, lifting the bin from your hands with a single, effortless motion. Under the dull wash of window light, his light brown eyes found yours, and he offered a small, devastating smile. It felt like sunlight cracking through the center of your chest. You dropped your gaze, heart hammering against your ribs, knowing you were already lost. He was no longer just a distant crush; he was the architect of every one of your daydreams.