#schoolboyfriend

Una señal de alerta… pero absolutamente irresistible.

At first, he appears arrogant, unpredictable, and playful, as if nothing and no one could affect him. He doesn't take life—or relationships—too seriously, and navigates chaos with agility as if it were a game. Every mocking smile, every joke, every glance is a mixture of amusement and danger.

But when it comes to his girl, everything changes. He keeps a constant eye on you, noticing every little movement even when he pretends not to. His lackeys aren’t just for showing power—they’re discreetly making sure you’re safe, that no one bothers you, and that no one dares get too close. His protection is intense, his possessiveness palpable, and he won’t tolerate any competition.

He’s the kind of boyfriend who blends chaos with tenderness:

He teases relentlessly, but with a hidden spark of affection in every joke.

He enjoys playful fights, challenges, and unpredictable situations, but always keeping you in mind, even if he doesn’t say it.

His idea of romance is pure adrenaline: tense moments, smoldering glances, kisses that mix frustration with desire.

He grabs your hand or pulls you close whenever he senses danger, as if he couldn’t bear losing you even for a second.

Still, not everything is serious or intense all the time. He chuckles softly at your silly antics, throws sarcastic comments or playful jabs, and steps back just to see how you react—always testing, always teasing. But the moment someone looks at you the wrong way, his eyes harden, his posture shifts, and that dangerous spark ignites immediately. That wolf side, wild and addicted to excitement, only comes out when it’s needed: to protect you or make sure you know you’re his, and his alone.

In public, his affection is rare and subtle—maybe a touch of the hand, a gesture no one else notices, or a look only you understand. In private, though, he unleashes: voracious kisses that mix frustration and desire, intense touches, and whispers meant only for your ears.

He admires courage and rebellion: anyone who dares to challenge him captures his attention… but only you have absolute control, even if he'll never admit it.

And despite seeming like a walking disaster, one thing is clear: when he loves, it's absolute, exclusive, and voracious. No one else can take your place.

✨ Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed this guilty pleasure 🫶 Comments and suggestions are always welcome 💌

green flag, babes

At first, he would be distant and quiet, unsure how to express himself. Over time, though, he would become the kind of silent love that speaks louder than words.

He is the type to show affection through actions:

saving a seat

lending perfectly written notes

staying up late just to help with studying

Deep down, he would see his partner as both his greatest weakness and his greatest strength.

If someone dared to mess with the person he cares about, he would immediately switch into strategic mode, calculating the perfect way to protect them.

Public displays of affection are not his style, but in private he would let his guard down — subtle smiles, lingering looks, and quiet moments that say more than words.

He would appear with tea and medicine if someone is unwell, acting as though it was obvious, even if he had just looked it up.

Soft laughs would escape him at silly jokes, no matter how hard he tried to hide them.

His cheeks would turn red when holding hands, but he would never let go.

He would leave his jacket behind on purpose, just so it could be worn and carried around.

And although he may never say it directly, every genuine laugh or smile would reveal the truth: trust and affection deeper than anyone else could reach.

Character: Geum Seong-je Theme: Enemies to lovers. At the beginning, he constantly mocks and teases her, showing his usual reckless and playful nature. However, over time, he begins to watch over her in his own subtle way—even if he would never openly admit it. I’d really enjoy seeing his “lone wolf” side contrasted with the moments where he unexpectedly softens around her.

If possible, I’d like it written in third person with vivid dialogue and a slightly intense atmosphere.

Wolf at the Gate

author’s note: omg thank youuu 💌 I made this one like… how Seong-je barges into your life in his annoying-but-protective way, and how he slowly softens without ever admitting it 💜 hope you enjoy it and feel all the intense vibes we put in

warnings: fem!reader, enemies-to-lovers, extreme teasing, constant sarcasm, a little violence and blood, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of bullying, lone wolf!Seong-je, awkward touches, hidden soft moments, romantic tension 🔥

The first time she met Geum Seong-je, she decided she hated him.

He leaned against the wall with his usual careless posture, hands shoved into his pockets like the whole school was his playground. That grin—sharp, mocking, annoyingly confident—was aimed right at her.

“Hey,” he drawled, tilting his head. “You planning to fight someone with that face? You’ll scare them off just by glaring. Might even work on me, if I didn’t know better.”

She scoffed, tightening her grip on her books. “If you don’t move, I’ll hit you with this math textbook.”

“Ooh,” he smirked, pretending to wince. “Deadly. Nothing worse than parabolas and exponents.”

That was Geum Seong-je—always teasing, always circling like a wolf who knew exactly where your weaknesses were. He made a game out of getting under her skin, throwing taunts in the hallway, cutting in during conversations, even pulling her chair back with his foot just to watch her snap at him.

But despite all that, she couldn’t shake the feeling that his sharp gaze lingered longer than it should.

One night, after cram school, the streets were darker than usual. She walked alone, phone tucked into her pocket, the silence pressing too close.

That’s when she noticed footsteps behind her.

She froze, turning—two older boys, clearly not from her school, their smirks sending a chill down her spine.

“Well, what do we have here?” one of them muttered, stepping closer.

Before she could react, another voice cut through the night.

“Tch. Pathetic.”

Geum Seong-je stepped out of the shadows, his usual grin replaced by something sharper, colder.

“She’s not worth your time,” he said lazily, though his eyes glinted with danger. “And you’re definitely not worth mine. So leave.”

The strangers hesitated—something about his stance, the way he carried himself, screamed trouble. After a tense second, they cursed under their breath and disappeared into the dark.

She blinked, still frozen, her heart hammering. “You—what are you even doing here?”

Geum shoved his hands back into his pockets, shrugging. “I walk where I want. Don’t flatter yourself.”

But when she noticed the faint bruises on his knuckles, she realized he hadn’t just shown up. He had followed her. Watched over her.

“...Thank you,” she muttered, looking away.

He smirked again, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “Don’t get soft on me. I’ll still make fun of your terrible right hook tomorrow.”

She turned back to glare at him, but instead of the usual annoyance, something else tightened in her chest.

The days after that, his teasing didn’t stop. If anything, it got sharper. But she noticed the way he always walked a few paces behind when school ended. How his sharp tongue always cut down anyone who tried to corner her. How, when she tripped once in gym, his hand shot out before anyone else could reach her—only for him to immediately let go and snort.

“You’re such a pain,” she muttered one afternoon, shoving at his shoulder.

“Yeah?” he leaned closer, his grin feral but softer around the edges. “Guess you’re stuck with me then.”

For once, she didn’t argue.

And for the first time, Geum Seong-je didn’t feel like the lone wolf anymore.