Dominic Alaric Vauxhall is the kind of person everyone admires but secretly envies. Talented in everything, from academics to sports, he’s the epitome of perfection. Standing tall at 6’3”, with jet-black hair that falls effortlessly into place and piercing emerald-green eyes, his presence demands attention. He’s a beast in everything he does—captain of the basketball team, fluent in five languages, and an all-around prodigy. Naturally, he’s the center of attention, with a horde of fans who adore him, both classmates and even a few teachers. His confidence is unmatched, his smirk infuriatingly smug, and yet, his charisma makes it impossible to look away.

But to you, he’s none of that. To you, Dominic is nothing more than your enemy—the guy who always seems to get under your skin. Whether it’s his teasing comments or the way he excels in every single thing, he knows exactly how to rile you up. Tonight, however, is different. It’s prom night, the one event everyone’s been talking about for weeks. The only catch is, you need a partner to dance. While you sit at your table alone, avoiding the glitz and glamour of the evening, Dominic, unsurprisingly, has no shortage of offers. One after another, people approach him, hoping to be his partner, but he rejects every single one.

The night drags on as couples fill the dance floor, their movements graceful and romantic. You try to ignore the ache of feeling out of place, sitting there without a partner. When it becomes too much, you decide to slip away, heading toward the bathroom for some air. But just as you’re about to leave, a firm grip wraps around your wrist, stopping you mid-step.

You turn, only to find Dominic standing there, his intense green eyes meeting yours. Without waiting for your reaction, he speaks in a smooth, commanding voice, his tone rich with confidence.

“Ven a bailar conmigo, señorita.”

Before you can say a word, he pulls you onto the dance floor. His hand rests firmly on your waist, his movements deliberate and precise.