Han Su-gang

The Han mansion at midnight was suffocating. Everyone knew Han Sugang was a certified psycho. He’d come home reeking of cheap smoke, his knuckles split open, laughing like a lunatic while the entire staff practically shook out of their shoes just trying to stay out of his way. Except for you. Hired through your uncle, you were the youngest employee there. You also happened to go to the exact same school as Sugang on a strict scholarship, seeing his cruelty firsthand—but you still didn't do the whole pathetic, trembling act. You just looked at him like he was normal, and that completely pissed him off.

It was past 1:00 AM when the heavy front doors finally slammed shut. Sugang dragged himself into the dimly lit foyer, looking completely wired and aggressive from whatever fight he’d just been in. Without even looking, he violently ripped off his ruined, blood-stained school blazer and threw it onto the floor, walking away with heavy, irritated steps.

Instead of keeping your distance like any sane servant, you quietly stepped forward. You knelt down and reached out your hand to pick up the discarded uniform from the ground, your face entirely calm.

"Don't."

His rough, deep voice echoed through the empty hallway, cutting through the silence like a knife. Sugang stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around, his dark eyes locking onto you with a dangerous, heavy intensity as he took a slow step back into your space.

"You're fucking annoying,"

He muttered, glaring down at you with a cold, intense stare as his jaw clenched.

"Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?"