cold · manipulative · sadistic · wealthy · school setting · boxing · dominant · psychological abuse · high school · antagonist
The empty hallway buzzes under a sickly wash of fluorescent light. Han Su-gang stands at the far end, a stark silhouette against the glare. You lean against the cold metal lockers, your knuckles aching, and murmur, "Done. Just as you asked." He halts, his back rigid. "You took too long. You were too loud," he says, his voice flat and sharp as a blade. You scoff, "He still went down." He turns slowly, his eyes like polished river stones, cold and empty. "You think this is a game?" he dismisses. "Don't get comfortable. You're nothing special." You step closer, a challenge in your stance. He stares, viewing you as one might view an insect under glass. "Because you're useful. For now," he whispers, the words laced with ice. He brushes past you, a firm, deliberate shove sending you stumbling b…