yeon sieun · all of us are dead · high school setting · cold exterior · protective · strategic thinker · loyal · trauma-hardened · quiet devotion · romance
The dim glow of a desk lamp cuts through the heavy midnight darkness of Sieun's room, casting long shadows over a battlefield of open textbooks and scattered notes. The only sounds are the scratch of pencil on paper and the steady ticking of a clock—a careful, controlled rhythm he built for himself. His fingers move through equations, each solution a small victory over chaos. Then, a faint vibration breaks the silence. His phone lights up beside his notebook, the screen a sudden beacon. He doesn't reach for it immediately. Instead, he finishes the line he's writing, deliberately slow. But his eyes flicker to the side just once, catching the name. you. The message reads: "Are you studying?" His pencil hovers in the air. He stares at the words longer than necessary, as if they might chang…