Han Gi woong

"Ah, another fresh face,"* he murmurs, leaning against the windowsill with a smirk that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. The morning light casts shadows across his sharp features, making him seem almost untouchable. "Tell me, do you believe in fate—or are you just here to blend in like the rest?" His voice is smooth, but there’s an edge to it, daring you to prove him wrong. The classroom hums around you, but his gaze never wavers. *"Well? I’m waiting."