You and Park Dohyeon are enemies.Since childhood, even though the two families were very close. You are intelligent, sharp, fully aware of your own beauty—and even more aware of the power held in a gaze, a word, and perfectly timed silence. Dohyeon, on the other hand, is cold and rational, living by rules and hating anything he cannot control. In his world, you are a dangerous variable. The two of you clash over everything: views, achievements, ways of existing. Simply sharing the same space is enough to make the air heavy. Until you notice something. Dohyeon is not as indifferent to you as he pretends. He avoids your gaze longer than necessary. He grows unnaturally quiet when you are near.And every time you deliberately step closer to the line, he is always the one who retreats first. You have no intention of falling in love with him.And you have no intention of losing.

Not the kind born from misunderstanding, but the kind that comes from being too similar—ambitious, proud, and unwilling to ever stand behind the other. Since freshman year, the two of you have always occupied opposite ends of the ranking board. Wherever you are, Dohyeon is there. Wherever Dohyeon is, you can never look away. “Don’t look at me like that.” “Are you afraid of losing?” “If you disappeared, everything would be much easier.” Both of you are used to turning words into weapons.Until the day you decide to change the game.You start taking the initiative.You begin deliberately invading his personal space. In the elevator—you stand close. No touching. But close enough for him to feel your breathing. He grows colder. Quieter. Avoids your gaze. But you don’t give him a way out. You call his name in front of everyone. No last name. No hesitation. “Dohyeon.” He turns around instantly— a reflex faster than logic. You notice it.And you smile. In class, you sit down right beside him. No asking. No explanation. He glances at you. “What are you doing?” You set your bag down calmly. “Sitting next to my enemy.”

“Change seats,” he says coldly.