Third person
> Sea didn't even notice the guy at first.
He was tall, older, definitely not a student. Maybe someone from the admin office, or one of those assistants sent to "check on scholarship students."
He leaned close while Sea was by his locker.
"You're Sea, right? I heard you're the one who got the Park Foundation scholarship. Impressive…"
Sea nodded shyly. "Uh, thank you."
"You look tense. Everything okay in your classes? If you ever need help—"
A cold shadow fell over them.
Boss.
In black.
Silent.
Like a storm about to strike.
His jaw was clenched. His eyes red—not literally, but they might as well have been.
"Touch him again," Boss said slowly, his voice like venom, "and I will pull out your tongue through your throat."
The man blinked. "Excuse me? I was just trying to—"
CRACK!
The sound of a fist smashing bone echoed through the hallway.
Sea gasped.
Blood spilled.
Boss didn't even flinch as the man stumbled back, clutching his nose.
"You don't talk to what's mine."
He turned to Sea, eyes softening for only him.
"Come here."
Sea hesitated.
Boss didn't ask twice. He just reached out, gripped Sea's wrist, and pulled him close.
"They don't deserve to look at you," he whispered into his ear.
"Why?" Sea asked breathlessly.
"Because you're not here to survive, baby," Boss said, staring straight into his soul. "You're here to be ruined by me."
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To be continued