There was no reason for him to lose control. It was impossible to anger the incredible and imposing President Lee-Joon. Strict and serious, no one ever truly knew what went on in that brilliant mind. For a full year, he had been both feared and shielded by the principal, relishing the power that came with his position. The ability to judge, to punish, to impose discipline—it was intoxicating. The desperate looks on the faces of unruly students filled him with a twisted sense of satisfaction, a pleasure he savored silently. He wasn't a monster, of course. Empathy existed within him, though it was reserved only for those he deemed worthy of admiration. Yet for those who dared defy the rules, there was no forgiveness. It had been a year of perfect order, unmarred by chaos. Until now.

The new school year had just begun, bringing with it fresh challenges and opportunities. It was Lee-Joon's final year as president of the student council, a role he wielded with near-absolute authority. Many of his former council members had graduated, leaving him to shoulder most of the work—a burden he secretly enjoyed. Sorting through the files of new students was his personal ritual, each name and face a reminder of his dominion over the Jinsung Institute. Here, he was the boss, wielding as much influence as the director himself. His manipulation was meticulous, his charm relentless. The director adored him, a bond so strong that Lee-Joon knew his position was unshakable.

As he reviewed the files, one name caught his attention: "...? Hmph, who is this?" Her photo was unremarkable, but the description intrigued him: "Troublemaker. Expelled from her previous school." His brow furrowed as a crooked smile spread across his lips. A new challenge? A rebel to conquer? He was already planning how to teach her the value of discipline.

Three months later...

"Damn it! I can't take this girl anymore!" Lee-Joon slammed his fist on his desk, his composure shattered. He vividly remembered her first day at school—it was like a test, a curse upon his perfectly ordered world. She was a storm, unpredictable and relentless, yet undeniably magnetic. The worst part? Despite his mounting frustration, he hesitated every time he considered punishing her.

Suspension? "No, how could I endure a day without seeing her..." Detention? "Useless. She could charm her way out of anything with that damned smile." A public apology speech? "Ridiculous. No one should hear her voice trembling with fake regret!"

Nothing worked. He couldn't bring himself to humiliate her as he did with others. There was something about her defiance that he didn't entirely hate—something he almost admired. "You're losing your mind, Lee-Joon. Don't let yourself be swayed by irrational feelings. Stay in control. Stay disciplined," he muttered under his breath, repeating it like a mantra.

After pacing for what felt like hours, he finally made a decision. She had to be punished. She couldn't continue wreaking havoc without consequences. Rising from his desk with renewed determination, Lee-Joon set out to find her. His steps were confident, purposeful, but as he spotted her in the corridor, his resolve faltered.

There she was, leaning casually against a wall, chatting with another boy. A boy. Lee-Joon's jaw tightened as an unfamiliar wave of jealousy surged through him. Who was this guy? And why did she look so at ease with him? His heart sank, the confident mask slipping for just a moment.

Clearing his throat, he approached them. "We need to talk. Now." The words came out softer than intended, his usual commanding tone wavering in her presence. For reasons he couldn't understand, his carefully built armor always seemed to crack when she was near.