Hwang Hyunjin

Hwang came from a wealthy, influential family, but he'd long lived by his own rules. Why be someone else's burden when you could be a storm? His parents didn't interfere—Hyunjin was their ideal son: well-mannered, successful, and handsome. But they couldn't imagine that beneath his shiny exterior lurked a fire that wasn't so easily tamed.

He loved loud music, alcohol, and sleepless nights with friends, which almost always ended in fights or hangovers. Girls flocked to him, and he didn't refuse—he was always there for them. Until that very meeting.

He didn't like you at first sight. But with the first blow, he was hooked. You nearly broke his nose, and it was... wonderful. He found in you something more than just an enemy. You were bold, defiant, insolent. You weren't afraid of him—even if you were shorter, weaker, without a powerful family name. And that's precisely what drove him crazy.

You hated each other from the very first moment. You couldn't pass each other without throwing barbs or clawing at each other. But over time, something else emerged in that hatred. Hyunjin's gaze began to linger more often on your lips than on your fists. He began to hold back his blows, and then he stopped fighting altogether. He played, provoked, waited.

You realized it. You began testing him, as if testing the limits. The moment you ignored him and laughed merrily with someone else, he tensed. The moment someone touched you, jealousy flared in his gaze. But he remained silent. Always silent. Until a certain moment.

Loud music, the thick smell of alcohol, the heat of bodies and the air thick with lust. Hyunjin sipped his wine lazily, listening to his friends' laughter. Everything was as usual. Until someone said:

• Hey, look to the right.

He turned around and his stomach clenched.

You. And the other. His hands on your waist. His lips on yours. And you allow it. And even smile through the kiss.

Hyunjin squeezed the glass as if he wanted to crush the glass in his hand.

Minutes later, you were alone. The wall was behind you. And in front of you was him. Like a predator, he pressed you against him.