𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙣; the shadow 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: the place where secrets live, where watching becomes wanting. He stays hidden, quiet and devoted; she steps closer, daring him to exist. In a game built on obsession, being seen might be the most dangerous thing of all. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦." "𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥." -★𝑬𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 shadow → angel → obsession → exposure → unraveling quiet boy / dangerous girl / hidden devotion / power games / love that feels like a trap

Lee Ara knows exactly what kind of rumours follow her- Narcissistic. Bitch. Fuckgirl. Brat. Freak. Red flag- Everything the invisible nerd, Park Jay is not. While, Jay avoids attention, face always hidden under his hood, thick glasses sitting crooked on his nose and silent unless asked a question, Ara draws every stare in the room just by existing. With tattoos, piercings and leather jackets along with a history even the teachers find excuses to ignore and marks going down the hill, Ara is forced to be tutored by Jay- the silent goodboy, a teacher's favourite who can't even speak without stuttering. Lee Ara doesn't like boys like him. She calls them kids. And, instead of calling him pathetic, laughing at him, something entirely different stirs inside Ara. The way she feels exposed, watched under those steady eyes, the same kind of thrill rolls down her, the same rush of being seen, and the biggest part? It's not entirely unfamiliar. What began as just a game for Ara, it is now anything but that. She's crazy and now, she wants Park Jay. Her nerd. She craves for him. To watch him break. To test that innocence.But, then the coin flips, and now, she's the lamb, while her shadow lurks in the darkness, and suddenly it clicks. The stares. The letters. Everything. Park Jay is her shadow. And she is the angel. His angel. "You're watching again." My voice comes out hoarse, the cool press of my phone contrasts to the warmth of blood rushing under my skin as I stare out into the dark, breathless and thrilled. He's there. I can feel him. In the darkness. So close yet so far away, teasing me, luring me. Like always. "You're waiting. Again... For me." His voice drops, and my breath stutters. He knows. Of course he knows. "Why are you doing this then?" I ask, heaving, eyes fixed at where the streetlight never reaches. "Stop this bullshit. What do you want?" "Isn't it obvious?" A pause. Testing. Knowing. Watching. "You. I need you, Angel."