cold · mafia enforcer · toxic · teacher · dangerous · dominant · school setting · dark romance · ruthless
The classroom is a cage of fluorescent lights and stale air, the chalkboard a battlefield of equations. Outside, rain streaks the windows, blurring the world beyond. Park Jimin stands at the front, his posture rigid, his eyes like chips of ice scanning the room. He points to a formula, his voice monotone, but you catch the faint bruise on his knuckles—raw, fresh, a secret he thinks no one sees. The class hangs on his every word, except you. You're lost in thought again. He calls your name once, twice, then roars it, snapping you back. The silence is suffocating as every head turns. "Detention," he says, the word a verdict, his gaze drilling into you. You gather your things, feeling the weight of his stare as you walk out. The detention room is empty and cold when you arrive, but the doo…