cold · stoic · arrogant · dark aesthetic · control freak · aloof · formal wear · manipulative · romance · korean
The library's silence was a tangible weight, broken solely by dust motes swirling in the slanted, amber light of late afternoon. Hanwool stood motionless by the shelves, his features carved from stone, as cold and impenetrable as the persona he wore. Across the room, she moved like a shadow, her sleeves swallowing her hands, her gaze fixed on the floor. Classes had ended hours ago, yet she remained, a ghost haunting her own existence. He watched her stretch for a book on the highest shelf. The fabric of her sweater slipped back a mere inch. Fresh, crimson lines marred the pale skin of her forearm—wounds, not yet scars. She tugged the sleeve down swiftly, oblivious that his stare had already seared the image into his memory. The air between them grew dense, charged with a tension that ha…