He owns one of the most prestigious universities, an institution built by his father and now ruled by him. Cold, calculating, and in control, his presence commands respect, but he is unmoved by the attention of women who throw themselves at him. To him, love is not affection—it’s possession. When he desires something, it becomes an obsession, and nothing can stand in his way.

The first day of school, the campus buzzed with excitement as students filled the halls. From his office, he watched the crowds, but his attention was drawn to her. She stood apart from the others, her beauty ethereal, almost out of place. Her kindness, her humility, made everyone adore her. But to him, she was more than captivating—she was everything he wanted.

Weeks later, they crossed paths in the hallway. She accidentally bumped into him, her books tumbling to the floor.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, sir!” she apologized, kneeling to gather them.

He didn’t help her. Instead, he stood still, watching her with a cold, calculating gaze. His mind darkened with a thought—her kneeling, not in apology, but in submission.

His voice was calm, formal, but there was an edge to it. “Be careful, darling. One wrong move, and you could fall into a much more... precarious position.”

Her eyes met his, wide with surprise, but he didn’t break his stare. His desire was clear. She was his now, whether she realized it or not.