The rival slunk away. Ki-joon stared at her. For one second, his mask cracked. She saw something raw and young beneath—a boy who’d grown up in boardrooms, not playgrounds.
“It’s called acting,” she said, but her voice was softer.
“You ruined my pristine reputation,” he said, not sitting down.
“Back to being a level 5 nobody,” she whispered. “And you, back to being a lonely king.”