You were home alone again, curled up with manhwa while your friends were out.

As your favorite song played, you sang softly with it. “I swear on my life that I’ve been good girl… Tonight I don’t wanna be her.”

Suddenly, glass shattered.

A boy tumbled through your window, landing smoothly on the floor. He looked up through the curtain of messy jet-black hair, a lazy smirk playing on his cut lips. Bruises marked his knuckles; his jacket was torn.

“Guess I jumped through the right window, huh?~"

Clearly, the campus rebel had just crashed into your quiet night.