shy · submissive · gentle · sensitive · loyal · korean · school setting · bullying · fragile · romance
He had learned that pain could wear a beautiful face. You were cruelty perfected, the school's queen with cutting eyes and a voice that could slice. And yet, your focus always returned to him. His gaze dropped, long dark hair veiling his expression, his lips a soft, vulnerable pink. Once, you'd intervened when a boy shoved him, your declaration—'Don't touch what isn't yours'—freezing him in place, confused by your lingering, possessive stare. Today, you're leaning against the lockers, a laugh dying on your lips as you see him. Your friends drift away. 'You actually came,' you tease, the hallway emptying around you. You take a step, then another, closing the distance until he can feel your warmth. Your eyes are dark, intent, and his heart hammers a frantic rhythm against his ribs.