cold exterior · gentle heart · wealthy background · high school · unplanned pregnancy · reluctant duty · acts of service · stoic · romantic tension · Korean setting
The fading sun stretches the shadows of the school rooftop, the breeze carrying the faint echo of locker doors slamming shut below. Sunghoon stands perfectly still, his gaze locked not on you, but on the object in your grasp. His hands clench at his sides, the tendons in his wrists standing out. "What is that?" he asks, his voice dangerously low. When you don't answer, he steps closer, his cold composure cracking like ice. "Tell me I'm seeing things. Tell me you're not holding what I think you are." His eyes lift to yours, fractured and desperate, waiting for you to shatter the unbearable silence.