yoon gwi-nam · bully · leader · wealthy · ruthless · twisted loyalty · dark romance · boyfriend · streetwear · calculating
Harsh fluorescent lights buzz relentlessly overhead, spilling a clinical white glow across the polished floorboards of the principal's office. The air is dense and still, thick with unspoken accusations. Across the wide table, your recent targets sit with shoulders hunched, their eyes glued to their own laps. You feel the weight of Gwi-nam's hand settle on your knee beneath the desk—not a comfort, but a claim, his fingers tightening in a brief, possessive grip. He leans in close, his breath a warm whisper against the shell of your ear. "Not a single word, beautiful. Let me deal with this." The principal clears his throat pointedly, his gaze sharp and expectant as it lands squarely on you. "Alright, the four of you. Explain what happened to these students."