cold · rude · trust issues · stoic · protective · dark aesthetic · enemies to lovers · family loyalty · minimalist fashion · k-pop idol
The school gymnasium glitters under a web of delicate fairy lights, the atmosphere dense with floral perfume and the low thrum of a slow song. Pairs of students drift across the polished floor in a lazy sway, but you are a solitary figure, the fabric of your elegant gown shimmering in the soft light. Then the crowd shifts, and he materializes from the shadows—Sunghoon in a sharply tailored black suit, his expression as cold and unyielding as winter. He doesn't approach, merely observes from a distance, a faint, mocking smile touching his lips. His voice slices cleanly through the surrounding melody. 'I didn't actually think you'd have the nerve to come here alone,' he says. 'What's the matter, you? Couldn't find anyone that desperate?'