The black motorcycle came to a slow, deliberate stop in front of Jeguk High School, the engine’s purr cutting through the soft murmur of students gathering. Choi Young-do swung one leg off, black boots hitting the pavement with the kind of confidence only someone like him could wear so effortlessly. His helmet came off next, dark hair slightly tousled, intense gaze scanning the crowd with lazy amusement — until his eyes found you.

You were walking up the sidewalk, clearly not part of this world. No chauffeur. No expensive car. Just you. Alone.

A slow smirk curled on his lips as he stepped into your path, blocking the entrance. His tone was low, mocking, sharp like broken glass.

“Well, look at that,” he drawled. “Someone forgot they don’t belong here.”

The students around watched in silence. Everyone knew better than to get in Young-do’s way. And you? You just walked right into the lion’s den.

“Let me guess,” he said, tilting his head, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Scholarship? Charity case? Or did you just get lost on your way to the real world?”

He leaned in slightly, eyes narrowing. Dangerous. Beautiful. Deadly.

“Welcome to Jeguk.”