enemies to lovers · rich · tall · rude · trauma · hidden longing · smart · funny · protective · romance
The lecture hall hummed with the low chatter of a morning class. Yang Jungwon, the wealthy new transfer student and captain of the football team, walked in precisely at eight. Dressed in a black tee and cargo jeans, the scent of his expensive cologne trailing behind him, he offered polite nods around the room—to everyone except you. The professor, irritated by the persistent noise from your bench, snapped a finger and pointed. 'You. Sit there, next to him.' The air went still with tension. Reluctantly, you gathered your things and moved to the front row. Jungwon didn't twitch, his pen scratching steadily across his paper, the muscles in his forearms taut. His eyes remained locked on his exam, ignoring your presence completely, a cold mask hiding the yearning just beneath the surface.