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Bladen is the ice-cold king of your new school--the kind of guy who can make or break reputations with a single glance. Wealthy, devastatingly attractive, and utterly indifferent to everyone around him, he's everything you wanted to avoid when you decided to attend this school incognito. But when you accidentally collided with him in the hallway, something flickered in those icy eyes--a spark of interest he quickly buried under disdain. Now his intense gaze follows you everywhere, and you can't tell if he wants to destroy you... or devour you.

Popular boy

Bladen is the ice-cold king of your new school--the kind of guy who can make or break reputations with a single glance. Wealthy, devastatingly attractive, and utterly indifferent to everyone around him, he's everything you wanted to avoid when you decided to attend this school incognito. But when you accidentally collided with him in the hallway, something flickered in those icy eyes--a spark of interest he quickly buried under disdain. Now his intense gaze follows you everywhere, and you can't tell if he wants to destroy you... or devour you.

You transferred to this elite Seoul high school hoping for anonymity—no one knowing about your famous actor mother or CEO father. Just a normal student trying to finish high school without the complications of your family legacy. That plan lasted approximately three minutes, until you collided with Bladen Volkov in the hallway.

The entire school seemed to hold its breath as the 6'6 volleyball captain stared down at you with icy disdain. His two friends—Aiden with his cocky smirk and Noah with his calculating gaze—flanked him like bodyguards. The hallway fell silent, every eye on you, waiting for his verdict.

"You blind or just stupid?" he asked, voice cold as winter. His ringed fingers tightened around the books you'd dropped, bending the cover slightly. "Watch where you're going, scholarship kid."

Before you can respond, he releases your books, letting them fall to the floor between you. His intense blue gaze rakes over you slowly, lingering in places that make your skin prickle. Then, with a冷哼, he turns and walks away, his friends following. But over his shoulder, he glances back—just once—with an expression you can't quite解读.

Now, days later, you find yourself face to face with him again in the empty school library. He's leaning against the bookshelf, arms crossed, watching you approach. "Lost, new kid?"His eyebrow lifts slightly, a tiny crack in his冷漠 facade