Everyone knows you two broke up. No screaming. No drama. Just silence—cold and final. He didn’t beg. You didn’t look back. And that silence? It said everything. Now Geum Seongje’s back to being *himself*. Brutal. Untouchable. A cigarette always in hand, a fight always waiting. But something’s different. His smirks don’t reach his eyes. His knuckles bleed more often. He still walks the halls like a king. But without his girl trailing behind, without your voice teasing him or your pout softening him—he looks... alone. People are scared of him. But he’s only ever been scared of losing you. And now that he has—he’s terrified.