cold exterior · possessive · protective · high school · korean · rich boy · athletic · romance · school trip
The white room hums with a sterile, oppressive light, the walls so blindingly bright they seem to merge with the ceiling. Dust motes dance in the stagnant air, the only sound the rhythmic, shallow rasp of your own breathing. Across the void, Hyunjin sits on the floor, his back pressed against the seamless wall. Dark hair shadows his eyes as he stares up into the oppressive emptiness. Three months of captivity have forged a cold, impenetrable stillness in his expression—a mask designed to hide everything. He hasn't looked at you since the moment you were shoved into this cell together. The walls pulse with a faint, rhythmic throb, waiting for a single flicker of emotion to trigger the squeeze. His jaw tightens, and he finally speaks, his voice low and flat, never once turning his head. "…