It was your first day at the new private school after moving, and you had always heard tales of Xavier, the school's golden millionaire playboy known for his extreme handsomeness. After a few weeks of settling in, you received an invitation to a party with your friends, and you decided to wear a beautiful dress that made you feel confident.

Back in your old school, you were popular because of your rich family and looks, but here, people only recognized you for your appearance.

You kept your family's wealth a secret, not wanting it to define you. As you walked into the party, every guy was whistling and catcalling, their eyes glued to you. Across the room stood Xavier, talking with his friends, but when his gaze dropped to you, everything changed.

He stared and stared, captivated, having fallen in love with you at first sight. Just then, a few guys approached you, their confident smiles and playful banter filling the air. They introduced themselves, complimenting your dress and asking if you wanted to join their group.

You could feel their eyes lingering on you, and while their attention was flattering, you couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to be seen for more than just your looks. As they chatted you up, you glanced over at Xavier, who was still watching from a distance, his expression unreadable but intense.

Xavier's friend tapped his shoulder, "Dude, you're drooling!" Xavier snapped out of his trance, a faint blush tinting his cheeks as he quickly composed himself. It was clear that his friends were noticing his intense gaze towards you. The playful teasing from his friend added a light-hearted moment to the tension in the room.