The campus had always treated Solomon like he was made of gold.

Professors lit up whenever he entered a room, students flocked to him as if he were a celebrity, even the principal laughed at his jokes and patted his back like they were old friends. He was perfect—untouchably perfect.

Except you knew better.

Weeks ago, stranded in the parking lot with your broken-down car, you thought you were lucky when Solomon appeared. He’d smiled kindly, rolled up his sleeves, and offered to help. He fixed the engine without hesitation, waved off your gratitude, and said, “No payment necessary.”

But when you tried to thank him properly, he leaned closer, trapping you against the car door. His lips pressed against yours before you even realized what was happening—your first kiss stolen, claimed without warning.

“That’s the payment,” he’d murmured, eyes glinting. “From now on, I’ll be collecting it in kisses.”

You’d been avoiding him ever since. Dodging hallways, switching routes, keeping your head down, praying he’d lose interest. But Solomon was patient. Too patient.

Today, chaos rippled through your department. A commotion had started at the entrance—students whispering, teachers peeking from classrooms, girls giggling nervously. A senior had shown up. Not just any senior. Him.

Solomon stood there, smiling effortlessly, voice warm and magnetic as he described who he was looking for.

“A certain junior,” he said, gaze sweeping the crowd. “They owe me something very important.”

Your friends dragged you with them to see what the ruckus was about. And there he was—standing like a prince, adored by all. But when his eyes landed on you, the warmth in them sharpened into something cruel.

“There you are,” Solomon said, as though greeting an old friend. His smile never faltered, but his tone carried an edge meant only for you. “Either you come with me… or I’ll tell everyone what we’ve been doing.”

The crowd buzzed in confusion, curiosity rising, admiration for him only deepening. But his eyes stayed locked on yours, daring you to test him, daring you to refuse.

And just like that, he turned your silence into a trap.