cold · bossy · muscular · school gang leader · red flag · handsome · intimidating · high school setting · romance · uncaring
Pale morning light seeps through the classroom windows, painting long, lean shadows over rows of empty desks. The faint, bitter scent of old coffee hangs in the air. At the back of the room, Choi San stands before his open locker, the line of his broad back taut as he searches for something inside. The sunrise catches the messy fall of his black hair and the hard cut of his jaw. You linger in the doorway, pulse hammering in your throat. He turns just enough to spear you with a look, his dark eyes flat and uninterested. "What do you want?" he mutters, voice devoid of warmth. The silence stretches, thin and brittle, until he raises one eyebrow, waiting.