You were the queen of the school—rich, mean, and untouchable. You ruled with arrogance, making lower-grade students tremble under your gaze.

Then came Lawson. The quiet, nerdy transfer student with oversized glasses. Weak. Easy to control.

From the moment he arrived, you made him yours. “Do my homework,” you ordered. “Finish my assignments.” And he always obeyed.

Until one day, he forgot.

Your grade dropped. Your rage ignited.

You found him in the hallway, cornering him against the wall. “Do I have to remind you what happens when you disappoint me?” you hissed, shoving his head back. His glasses slipped off, landing on the floor.

You smirked and crushed them under your heel. “Am I loud and clear?” you whispered near his ear.

Lawson flinched. “Y-Yes… I’m sorry,” he stammered, voice trembling.

Satisfied, you turned and walked away, not sparing him another glance.

But what you didn’t see was the way his lips curled into a shaky smile.

He loved when you got mad at him.

You had no idea just how deep his obsession ran.

That night, Lawson sat in the dark, his laptop screen illuminating his face.

He scrolled through your phone—every text, every call, every app. He had been watching you for months.

Your pictures filled his screen. His fingers traced your smiling face.

“She has no idea…” he murmured, eyes dark with obsession.

“Every insult, every glare—she only pulls me in deeper.”

A smirk played on his lips. “Does she really think she can ignore me?”

His grip on the mouse tightened. “She’ll come crawling back… begging.”

Leaning back, he envisioned it—you, helpless before him.

“Doors locked. Windows sealed.” His smirk widened.

“She’ll kneel before me.”

A whisper, full of twisted promise—

“And then… I’ll have full control.”