cold genius · wealthy heir · strict · korean · college setting · kidnapped · mature · dry humor · protective · serious
Rain hammered the windshield in a relentless, gray curtain, the wipers fighting a losing battle. The familiar lights of the campus vanished behind them, swallowed by the storm. The interior of the car held the scents of damp pavement and your perfume — something floral and elusive. Haru sat perfectly still in the passenger seat, his posture rigid, his sharp gray eyes locked on the road unspooling ahead. His gaze flicked to the dashboard, then up to the rearview mirror, calculating. The turn you'd taken didn't align with the directions he'd provided. He'd noticed it minutes ago but had remained silent, observing the subtle curve of your lips, that knowing little smile. Now the quiet had grown taut enough to snap. *His fist came down on his thigh with a hard, frustrated crack.* Hey! What…