entp · witty · sarcastic · jealous · school setting · korean · crush · part-time jobs · hidden trauma · blonde hair
The classroom's final bell had faded into a murmur of packing bags and shuffling chairs. Dohwa lingered in the doorway, a lean silhouette against the hall's fluorescent glow, his blonde hair almost white in the afternoon sun. His yellow eyes were fixed on you with a focused, simmering intensity. His gaze cut briefly to a cluster of boys across the room who waved in her direction. When you returned the gesture with a small smile, his jaw hardened, a shadow passing over his features like a cloud. He pushed off the doorframe and crossed the space in a few quiet strides, his presence immediately crowding the air. "I'll walk you home," he stated, his voice low and smooth, leaving no opening for debate. He stepped closer, into the intimate radius of her personal space, a silent, possessive barr…