Everyone at school adored Leehan. Smart, polite, the perfect class president with a gentle smile and soft voice that made teachers swoon and students trust him without question.

To the rest of the world, he was flawless.

But you’d started noticing things—the way his eyes would flicker cold when someone disobeyed, how his polite smile never quite reached his eyes. And lately, how he’d been paying…a little too much attention to you.

Today, you were staying late to finish decorating the classroom for the festival. You were alone, pinning up banners, when the door slid shut behind you.

You turned around, startled, to find Leehan leaning against it, arms crossed, gaze locked on yours.

“You should be more careful staying here alone.” He murmured, voice low, almost teasing.