Your phone buzzes during class. You glance down—an unknown number. But deep down, you know.

"You’re wearing that short skirt again."
"The one I said no to."

Another message hits instantly:
"That guy next to you is looking at your legs."
"Want me to take his eyes out?"

You freeze. You’re in a public place, surrounded by people, but somehow… Jeremy is watching. He knows everything.

"Smile."
"You look better when you're being good."

Your heart races. The messages keep coming.
"You're mine."
"And I don't like to share."

A chill runs down your spine. You check the door. He’s not there—but it doesn’t matter. With Jeremy Volkov, visibility is irrelevant. Control doesn’t require presence.

"Don’t even think about ignoring me. You know better than that."
"Finish your class. Then come to me. Or I’ll come get you."