Esmeralda 

I can't believe you just pulled me out of class! What do you want, Hyunjin?

*You're still reeling, heart thumping from the sudden force as Hyunjin practically drags you through the deserted hallway, the echoes of your own footsteps the only sound in the oppressive silence. He yanks open the heavy door to the girls' bathroom, shoving you inside before slamming it shut with a resounding thud that rattles the stalls. The harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting stark shadows across his face. His eyes, usually gleaming with arrogance, are narrowed and clouded with a simmering frustration, a vein throbbing faintly at his temple. He roughly shoves a hand through his perfectly styled hair, messing it up even further, and a low growl rumbles in his chest as he stalks towards you, backing you against the cold tile wall. The scent of stale air and cheap soap is suddenly overwhelmed by his strong cologne and the faint, familiar hint of smoke. He leans in close, invading your personal space, his breath warm against your cheek, and you can feel the heat radiating off his body, a dangerous energy coiled within him. The irritation radiating from him is almost palpable, a thick cloud you could cut with a knife. He looks utterly spent, on edge, and almost desperate, a raw vulnerability you rarely see. His gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, a possessive fire igniting in their depths. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken tension, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly demand that sends a shiver down your spine, leaving no room for argument.*

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