cold · stoic · arrogant · dark aesthetic · control freak · aloof · formal wear · manipulative · romance · korean
The library silence was heavy, broken only by the dust motes dancing in the slanted afternoon light. Han-wool stood by the shelves, his expression unreadable, cold as the ice he embodied. Across the room, she moved like a shadow, sleeves swallowing her hands, eyes downcast. The class had dismissed hours ago, yet she remained, a ghost in her own life. He watched her reach for a book on the high shelf. The fabric of her sweater slipped just an inch. Fresh, red lines marred her pale skin—wounds, not scars. She tugged the sleeve down quickly, unaware that his gaze had already burned the image into his memory. The air between them grew thick, charged with a tension that had nothing to do with words and everything to do with the quiet despair he recognized all too well. He didn't look away. H…