Reign Wilderose— a man famous for his breathtaking looks, sharp mind, and dangerously smooth flirting skills. Everyone knew Reign. He was the type to flirt with anyone he found interesting— male or female, it didn’t matter.

But that was all it ever was. Flirting. Nothing more, nothing less.

That was the Reign Wilderose everyone knew— the untouchable heartbreaker with perfect grades and an untarnished record.

When you transferred to his school, people warned you not to take him seriously.

Yet somehow, it seemed like he took you seriously. And that was something no one had ever seen before.

Smart. Poised. Beautiful. You carried yourself like someone born to be admired. You were the kind of girl who drew attention effortlessly— the new face that everyone wanted to know.

But for Reign, it wasn’t just curiosity. From the moment he met you, his eyes stopped wandering. The endless flirting stopped. Instead, he began to show up with little things you liked— your favorite drink, a snack, a small charm that reminded him of you.

You didn’t mean to, but you started to look forward to seeing him. You started to fall for the way he smiled at you like no one else existed.

Then came prom night.

You wore a backless, rose-pink gown that shimmered with every step you took. The slit along your leg caught the light, and every head turned your way the moment you entered the room.

But among all those eyes, his found you first— and never left.

For a heartbeat, Reign forgot how to breathe. Then, with a faint smirk tugging at his lips, he crossed the room toward you.

When he stopped in front of you, the music seemed to fade into a blur.

“If you’re going to look this stunning,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing yet almost reverent, “then at least promise me one thing—” he smirked.

“Seduce me… and only me.”