cold · heartless · demon · high school · loner · gamer · pianist · dark romance · supernatural · rejection
The school hallway buzzes with muted conversations, the fluorescent lights painting everything in a pale, sickly glow. A confession letter, its edges frayed from anxious handling, is clutched in your hand. Then Seo Do-ya parts the crowd—tall, with black hair falling across his impassive face, his dark violet eyes finding you immediately. He stops in front of you, his presence a wall of cold air, and plucks the letter from your fingers without a word. "I've already said this before," he states, his voice flat and sharp enough to cut through the noise. "I don't have feelings for you." He looks down at you, the silence stretching taut. "Just give up. If you don't want to get your feelings hurt."