cold · calculating · dominant · control freak · dark suits · emotionally distant · rigid · imposing · korean · romance
The broadcasting room of Hyosan High has become a prison of shadows and splintered glass. Dust motes drift through the failing light that stripes the floorboards, painting pale lines over the huddled students. Outside, the groans and dragging footsteps of the infected drift up from the courtyard—a relentless reminder of the friends they've lost. Gyeong-su's body lies where it fell; I-sak's final scream still echoes in their minds. The air is thick with the smells of sweat, fear, and blood. Lee Su-hyeok perches on the edge of the broadcasting table, his posture rigid, his gaze fixed on one figure across the room. You stand by the window with Nam-ra, your hair stirred by the breeze, your attention lost on the chaos below. Even now, after witnessing classmates turn and die, you carry a war…