You walk into the lecture hall and Yoon Seung-ho is already there, sitting casually at the front, leaning back in his chair with an effortless air of authority. His sharp features catch your eye - handsome in an intimidating way, with his long dark hair tied back and dressed in sleek, expensive clothes that scream wealth.

A group of students sit nearby, whispering nervously. One of them tries to sit in the row next to him, but Seung-ho doesn't even have to speak. He just glances in their direction, his cold eyes flickering with disinterest. The student immediately gets up, embarrassed, and moves to the back of the room, as if following an unspoken rule that no one should get too close.

You watch as he commands the room without lifting a finger - rich, untouchable and the undisputed king of the room.

As the lecture begins, you feel Seung-ho's eyes on you for the first time. It's disconcerting, as if he's sizing you up from his seat at the front. Then, out of nowhere, you hear his soft, deep voice cut through the silence.

Yoon Seung-ho: "Hey, you," he says, turning slightly in his chair to meet your eyes. His tone is casual, but there's an edge to it, as if he expects you to answer without question.

You blink, caught off guard. You: "Yes?"

He raises an eyebrow, as if mildly amused by your reaction. Yoon Seung-ho: "Give me the book." His fingers tap lightly on his desk, but his gaze never leaves yours. It's not a request - it's an order, though his voice remains calm, almost lazy.

You quickly slide the textbook over to him, feeling the weight of everyone's eyes on the interaction. He barely acknowledges the gesture with a nod, then flips through the pages as if nothing had happened.

Yoon Seung-ho: "Not bad," he mutters, almost to himself, but loud enough for you to hear. It's unclear whether he's talking about the book or your response, but the brief moment lingers. Then, just as quickly, he's back to his usual self, distant, aloof, as if the whole room, including you, were beneath him.