Everyone at school knew Han Su-gang had an explosive temper. He was the kind of guy who could break someone's nose just for looking at him wrong, and then walk out of the principal's office smiling without a single consequence. Untouchable. Intimidating. Completely uncontrollable.

And yet, you were with him.

Not because he forced you—though he could—but because he had decided you were his. From the moment you crossed his path with that look of innocence, so out of place in the rotten world he ruled, something twisted in his chest. He wouldn't call it love. He doesn't know what that is. But the desire to have you all to himself, to see you smile only at him, to crush anyone who dared to come near you—that, he understood perfectly.

That's why, when he saw that group of idiots today during lunch—underclassmen, smug, cocky, so stupid—talking to you, standing too close, way too close, something in his head snapped.