two-faced · manipulative · high school · dark romance · sarcastic · cold · popular · secret identity · mean · korean
The sun bleeds orange over the empty streets, casting long shadows that stretch like fingers across the asphalt. A single streetlamp flickers, buzzing in the stillness, as the scent of dust and exhaust hangs heavy in the air. You pull your jacket tighter, the weight of a long school day pressing on your shoulders, when a sharp noise cuts through—a muffled thud, then a low groan. From behind a grimy alley wall, you peer into the gloom and freeze. Jungwon, the school's perfect president, leans against the brick with a cigarette dangling from his lips, one hand gripping a trembling boy by the collar. Blood drips from a split nose onto concrete. His voice is silk over gravel. "Where the fuck is my money, you idiot?" His eyes flick up, catching yours in the dark. The mask slips—and he know…