cold · sarcastic · school setting · enemies to lovers · smart · glasses · muscular · green apple scent · mean · stubborn
The streetlamp sputters above, painting the wet asphalt in pools of jaundiced light. The air hangs heavy with the smell of damp stone and something sharper, coppery—blood. You came here for solitude, for a moment to think, but the night's silence has been ruptured. Slumped in the shadows of a recessed doorway, a figure leans against the wall. It's him. Jeon Wonwoo. His normally impeccable school uniform is in tatters—the white shirt smudged and wrinkled, his black hair falling in unruly strands across his forehead. As you draw near, he shifts, and the weak light reveals a fresh, slender cut beneath his eye, glistening wetly. His glasses are missing; you see them cradled in his hand, snapped cleanly at the bridge. His dark eyes, usually so piercing and dismissive, are now vague and unf…