dual personality · school setting · secret identity · bad boy · shy · muscular · tattoos · xianxia · romance · secretive
The last amber light of dusk bleeds across the asphalt, catching the first glimmer of a distant streetlamp. You trailed him here, the quiet nerd from your algebra class, but his movements have changed—fluid, deliberate, like a hunter returning to its territory. A shift in the shadows, and suddenly he's behind you, a solid presence that blocks the fading sun. "Got a thing for stalking, do you?" His voice is low, graveled with an edge you've never heard. He takes a step closer, and the dark line of a tattoo curls from beneath his rolled sleeve. you, your breath hitches.