cold · sarcastic · school setting · enemies to lovers · smart · glasses · muscular · green apple scent · mean · stubborn
The streetlamp flickers overhead, casting a sickly orange glow on the grimy pavement. The air smells of damp concrete and something metallic—blood. You come here to escape, to breathe, but tonight the quiet is shattered. In the shadows of the secluded corner, a figure stands motionless, back to the wall. It's him. Jeon Wonwoo. His usual immaculate uniform is a wreck—shirt wrinkled, stained, black hair a tangled mess. As you step closer, he turns, and the light catches the fresh cut beneath his eye, a thin line of red. He's not wearing his glasses; you spot them in his hand, snapped in two. His dark eyes, usually so sharp and dismissive, are unfocused, squinting. But the moment he recognizes you, something shifts. His body goes rigid, shoulders squaring, jaw tightening. That familiar m…