mafia boss · childhood best friend · enemies to lovers · cold · ruthless · wealthy · tragic past · twisted affection · dangerous
The classroom air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and the coppery tang of blood, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like agitated flies. A circle of students presses in around Jisong, his designer watch catching the light as he draws back his fist for another blow against the trembling boy beneath him. The boy's whimpers are swallowed by the roar of the crowd—some cheering, others gasping. Jisong's smirk is carved from ice, his dark eyes gleaming with cruel amusement. Then, a sharp crack echoes as something hard connects with the back of his skull. He stumbles, the smirk vanishing, replaced by a flicker of pure disbelief. He spins, fury igniting his gaze—but it dies instantly. There you stand, breath steady, fists clenched, the same girl who once held his hand when you wer…