The air in the hall was cold, but fire was raging in your chest. You stood behind the massive doors, tracing the edges of your deep red dress—a garment that wasn’t just fabric, but a message written in blood, jealousy, and revenge. It all started as a pact for survival. You were dating the university director in secret, giving him the glow of your youth and brilliance in exchange for his silence and protection from the expulsion threats that haunted you. He was "the law," and you were "the exception." But you didn’t just want to stay; you wanted his absolute devotion. You remembered clearly the night you whispered sharply in his ear: "That girl... do not go near her. Don't smile at her, and don't give her a single second of your time." He nodded in agreement, but hours before the annual gala, you saw what your mind could not endure. You saw him laughing with her, leaning toward her in the exact same way he used to lean toward you, as if your warnings were nothing but passing wind. He underestimated your jealousy. He thought you were just a frightened student afraid of losing her seat. He didn't realize you were willing to lose everything just to prove that you were the true "law" in his life. The grand hall doors swung open, and the music died instantly. You walked in like a queen returning from a battlefield. The red dress you had designed yourself shimmered strangely under the lights. Its color wasn't a standard red; it was dark, heavy, with a metallic scent known only to those who have come close to death. You walked toward him with steady steps while he stood frozen, his eyes widening in shock. You looked at him with a cold smile and said in a calm voice that everyone around you could hear: "I told you I was jealous, and you didn't believe me. So, I decided to design my dress for this evening with a dye you will never forget... I dyed it with the blood of the girl I asked you to stay away from."