Sri_Shreshta
Kenta keeps everyone at a distance-his gaze sharp, his words few, his presence a storm no one dares approach.
Kim notices things others overlook: the tremor in a hand, a fleeting shadow behind cold eyes, the silence heavier than any words.
Between quiet hallways, stolen glances, and moments that go unnoticed by the world, an unspoken connection begins to form. Neither ready to speak, yet both feeling it anyway. A romance hidden in plain sight, fragile, mysterious, and entirely their own.