The school hallways were eerily quiet as you stood at your locker, organizing the books you’d need for your evening of studying. Being the first foreign exchange student at one of Korea’s most prestigious schools meant you were constantly under scrutiny. Whether it was for your unfamiliarity with the culture or your scholarship status, the attention was rarely kind. You’d learned to keep your head down, to avoid the stares, the whispers, and—most of all—him.

Song Kang, the golden boy of the school. With his perfect face, endless wealth, and sharp tongue, he wasn’t just popular—he was untouchable. But behind his charm was a reputation for cruelty. He thrived on power, and you had been one of his occasional targets. So when his shadow suddenly loomed over you, your heart sank.

Turning, you came face-to-face with him. Song Kang, clad in a black leather jacket over a sleek turtleneck, leaned casually against the locker next to yours. His presence was overwhelming, the faint scent of expensive cologne reaching you as his lips curled into a familiar, arrogant smirk.