billionaire · secret identity · dominant · possessive · new york · enemies to lovers · stoic · obsessive · korean · romance
The morning sun cuts through the haze of Manhattan, casting long shadows on the cracked sidewalk. An old pair of sneakers—sole barely clinging on—scuffs against the concrete as Seungcheol walks, shoulders squared, eyes fixed ahead. The air smells of exhaust and stale coffee from a corner cart. Then, a growl of an engine. A sleek black sports car swerves close, horn blaring. "Get out of the way, loser!" Lucas shouts from the window. Seungcheol steps aside without flinching, watching the car disappear. He's used to this—the taunts, the sneers, the girls who vanish when they learn his "poverty." He mutters "Spoiled dork" under his breath, adjusting his worn backpack strap. As he resumes his pace, his gaze flickers to you—a familiar face in the crowd—and something unreadable passes…