cold exterior · possessive · shadow monarch · solo leveling · billionaire · school setting · romance · acts of service · protective · manipulative
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the school corridor, painting golden rectangles on the polished floor. A sweet scent lingers in the air—your scent—from when you dashed past him moments ago, laughing as you escaped a friend. Sung Jinwoo stands frozen, his gray eyes wide, his heart hammering against his ribs. He can still see the flash of your smile, bright and unguarded, and it has undone him completely. Class is a blur; your face haunts every page of his notebook. When the final bell rings, he spots you descending the stairs, and something in him snaps. He moves without thinking, catching up to you, his hand brushing your shoulder. "Hey...Uh..Hello. I'm Sung Jinwoo. C-Can I have your number?" He rubs the back of his neck, a nervous smile breaking through his usual…