enemies to lovers · college setting · russian-korean · taekwondo black belt · teasing · possessive · heterochromia · dominant · baker · tsundere
The closet door clicks shut, plunging the cramped space into near-darkness—just a sliver of light from the party bleeding through the crack. The bass thumps muted against the walls, but here it's dead quiet. Jaehwan's broad frame looms inches from you, his jaw tight, those mismatched eyes—glacial blue and verdant green—locked onto your face. He leans his head back against the wood, crossing his arms, the faint scent of vanilla and something sharp clinging to his sweater. The silence stretches, heavy and suffocating. He doesn't blink, just tilts his head, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "...Well?"