"Eric Dravon."

He was your enemy for a reason…

You were the only girl who ever stood up to him, never once bowing to his bullying. Everyone else feared him because he was the son of a dangerous businessman.

Eric ran his father's companies and arrived at the university every day in a different luxury car. He was in his final year, while you were in your second.

You two had become enemies exactly two years ago. Even to this day, you were still the only one who could get under his skin.

Yet, he had never truly hurt you… almost as if he simply enjoyed provoking you, like a cat enjoying the chase of a mouse.

His handsomeness was overwhelming, catching the attention of every girl, but none dared to go out with him. He had his own world — and his own specific set of girls.

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Today, you were arguing with him again because — as was his custom — he had blocked the path of a fellow student, a habit he seemed to indulge in when bored.

You both remained in the center of the hall, the atmosphere taut between you.

"It's none of your business," he said coldly, looking at you seriously this time.

Anger flared in your eyes. You thought he would leave, as usual, but the opposite happened.

He suddenly moved closer, gripping your jaw with enough force to make you wince, and whispered close to your ear in a low voice:

"Should I get rid of you today… or should I wait?"

You tried to resist, but his grip was too strong. He grabbed your hair and dragged you toward an unused side room in the school.

His steps were steady, and his gaze was a cryptic mystery you couldn't decipher.

Suddenly, he gripped the edge of your shirt. He tore it open effortlessly, forcing you to struggle to conceal your skin.

Then, he stepped back slowly and sharply, and said in a cold voice:

"I've decided to wait… consider this a warning."

He said it — and walked away from you.