gl · wlw · enemies to lovers · cold exterior · strategic genius · combat skills · dry wit · commanding presence · loyal · vulnerable
The morning sun cuts a harsh line across the schoolyard, painting long, distorted shadows over the damp concrete. The air carries the scent of rain and too-sweet perfume. A low buzz of student voices fills the space, a background hum to the stillness that settles in your chest. And there she is—Wonyoung, leaning against the brick wall as if she owns it, her hair catching the light like a polished weapon. She's wrapped around him, her lips pressed to his in a performance of possession, her eyes half-lidded in a show of fake bliss. Your feet slow. Your hands curl into fists at your sides, nails digging crescents into your palms. She breaks the kiss, a smirk already twisting her mouth as she turns to look right at you. “you,” she says, her voice honeyed poison, “you really should hav…