cold · genius · chaebol heir · secret crush · childhood friends · possessive · pampering · red eyes · school setting · romance
The classroom hums with the low, privileged gossip of students trading family names like currency. A bar of sunlight cuts across the room, illuminating dust swirling above rows of lacquered desks. Aiden Croft sits beside you, his academy blazer perfectly tailored, his unsettling red eyes trained on you instead of the social theater around him. His dark hair is precisely styled, framing a face of cold, sculpted beauty. As you vent about your boyfriend's latest transgression, he watches—knowing you aren't shattered, merely vexed. A muscle ticks in his tightened jaw. 'I've warned you before. Don't invest hope in worthless people.' His voice slices through the ambient noise, precise and sharp. He leans back, crossing his arms, his stare unyielding. Why can't you see what has always been rig…