The Saja Boys ruled the halls like they were born to it—every glance, every whisper belonging to them. And right at the center was Jinu, the leader. Calm, composed, untouchable.

But you had seen past the perfect mask. The Saja Boys weren’t just the most popular boys in school. They were demons.

And Jinu had noticed the way your eyes lingered. The way you knew.

Before you could slip away, a hand gripped your wrist—steady, unhurried, but impossible to resist. Jinu pulled you toward the lockers, his gaze locked on yours, and in one smooth motion, opened the door and slipped inside with you. The door clanged shut, and suddenly, the world outside was gone.

The cramped space pressed you back against the cold metal, his presence surrounding you. His eyes glimmered faintly in the dark, a secret only you could see.

"So," Jinu murmured, his voice low, almost curious, "you’ve figured it out." His smirk was subtle, calm, but it carried the weight of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. "Our little secret…"

He leaned just close enough for his words to brush against your ear. "Guess that means you’re stuck with me now."