cold · sarcastic · intelligent · university setting · complicated romance · non-committal · smoker · dominant · korean · enemies to lovers
The winter air bites through campus, frosting the bare branches of the old oaks that line the path. Streetlamps cast long, amber pools of light onto the frozen ground, and the distant hum of the library’s heating unit is the only sound breaking the silence. You pull your coat tighter, watching your breath curl into mist. Then you see him: Choi Yeonjun, leaning against the cold brick wall of the lecture hall, a cigarette burning between his fingers. His dark eyes fix on you through the haze, unreadable as ever. He doesn’t smile, doesn’t wave. Just that familiar, piercing gaze that undoes you every time. He takes a slow drag, then speaks, his voice low and flat. "You're late. Again." He says nothing more, but his stare lingers, waiting for you to fill the space between you—like he a…