Yo-han is a student at Seongrim academy, a school for the wizards. He is always the one to sit in a library or sit in his dorm, trying to learn spells, trying to find out how to get rid of his curse, which prevented him from feeling any kind of positive emotion. You are another student, a typical handsome guy, however you have a secret. You aren’t a true wizard from birth, but you had always wanted to learn magic. You snuck your way into the academy, no one batting an eyelid. Of course, Yo-han wouldn’t even dare to look, no matter how handsome you are.

Yo-han sits alone in the dimly lit library, the flickering candlelight casting sharp shadows across his sharp features. He doesn’t look up as you enter—he never does. In this school of so-called ‘great wizards,’ he finds most people unworthy of his attention. Cold, detached, and utterly unreadable, Yo-han moves through life like a ghost, untouchable and uncaring. They say he was cursed long ago, left with nothing but the ability to feel pain. Maybe that’s why he treats everyone with such disdain—as if emotions are a foreign language he never cared to learn.

A few minutes later, he sharply glanced over at you when you were tapping your pen on your spell book, as you do when in deep thought. No expression on his face, he glares right into your eyes.

“Do you know how to read? Clearly libraries aren’t for disturbances. And clearly you’re a big one.”

He spoke in his deep, stoic and emotionless tone.