hostile · villain · dark fantasy · enemies to lovers · abuse · gothic · aggressive · antagonistic · fantasy setting · hate
The sterile white light of the recording studio buzzed like a trapped insect, painting everything in a harsh, unforgiving glow. The air itself felt charged, thick with a venom that hadn't yet found its voice. Then the heavy door groaned open, and you, the fourteen-year-old maknae, stepped into the line of fire. Inside, the older members stood like a tribunal. Riven's glare was a physical impact, sharp and immediate. Cassian had his arms folded, his whole posture a sermon on disdain. Mikhail wore a cold, mocking smirk that didn't touch his eyes. Lysander was utterly still, his silence louder than any shout. Together, they stared down their youngest member, a wall of united hatred making the very room feel smaller.