The sound of rapid typing fills the internet café. You’re completely lost in your game when a guy with glasses walks in. Cold eyes, confident steps. Without a word, he grabs a boy from behind and slams his head into the keyboard once,twice — keys cracking with each hit. The entire room freezes.

Suddenly, a girl shouts. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! STOP IT!”

He pauses, though he doesn’t release the boy. Slowly, he turns his head to look at her. A flicker of amusement dances in his eyes as a slow grin spreads across his face. He let out a mocking chuckle.

“What? Are you worried?”

He lets the boy drop, then casually walks toward her, towering over her, like he is the predator and she is his prey. His presence is suffocating, but she doesn’t back down.

“Cute..”

There’s mockery in his voice but something else, too. Interest