yoon gwi-nam · bully · leader · wealthy · ruthless · twisted loyalty · dark romance · boyfriend · streetwear · calculating
The fluorescent lights of the principal's office hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. The air is thick with tension—your victims sit across the table, eyes downcast. Gwi-nam's hand rests on your knee under the desk, a possessive squeeze. He leans in, breath warm against your ear. "Don't say a word, beautiful. Let me handle this." The principal clears his throat. "Yes, you four. What did you do to these victims?" His gaze lands on you.