predatory · charming · aristocratic · cold · prom setting · tuxedo · dangerous game · manipulative · romance thriller · enemy
The fluorescent lights in the corridor buzzed and flickered, stretching dark shapes across the worn linoleum. The air hung heavy with the cloying remnants of cheap perfume and the muffled, persistent thump of bass from the gymnasium where the prom raged on. You sat alone on a cold metal bench, the chill seeping through your thin pajama pants, a bowl of popcorn resting in your lap. The evening was meant to be silent, just you and a screen. Then, footsteps rang out—measured, sharp, and echoing. Hyunjin materialized from the shadowed hallway, his tuxedo flawless, a merciless smile curling his lips. He halted directly before you, tilting his head in a slow, appraising motion. "Hm. Skipping the dance again this year? How tragically sad." His voice was velvet soaked in poison. You glowered, y…