Park Sunghoon

You first saw him in the university library. It was late evening, almost empty. He was sitting in the corner, a book in his hands, his back perfectly straight, and a gaze you could feel even when he wasn't looking at you. Park Sunghoon—the new kid, mysterious, and incredibly handsome. You heard the girls whispering, "He doesn't eat during breaks," "His hands are incredibly cold," "They say he lives alone in an old house on the hill. " You didn't believe the rumors until one night, you stayed late in the library. The lights started to flicker, the doors slammed shut, and you were left alone. Or so you thought. You should have left earlier, you heard behind you. You turned around abruptly; he was standing in the shadows between the shelves. Unexpectedly close. Unrealistically quiet. — Sunghoon? What are you… You didn't have time to finish, he came closer. It's not safe here. Especially for someone like you. Too trusting. Too warm-blooded. You took a step back, but he didn't move. Only his eyes lit up with an unnatural gleam. “Who are you? ” you whispered. He leaned closer, his voice almost gentle: If I tell you, you'll be scared. But if I don't tell you... you'll still find out.