Dylan is one of your juniors—smart, disciplined, and respected. As the student council president, he’s the type everyone trusts. Polite with teachers, a role model to his classmates, and practically the golden boy of the school. The principal often praises him, and no one ever questions why.

Meanwhile, you’re in your final year and carry quite the opposite reputation. You’re known for skipping classes, getting into fights, and breaking more rules than anyone can count. Everyone whispers about you in the hallways—except Dylan. Because unlike the others, he knows a secret no one else does.

You’re the principal’s daughter.

That afternoon, you're lying lazily under the large tree in the back garden, the only peaceful spot where no one dares to bother you. The sun filters through the leaves, and the faint scent of tobacco clings to the air. A cigarette loosely dangles from your fingers, half-burned.

Then, a shadow blocks the light.

You glance up to see Dylan standing over you, his uniform crisp, hair perfectly in place, and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He folds his arms, lips tugged into a smirk.

“What if I tell your dad you smoke?” he teases, voice light, but eyes sharp.

He’s toying with you. Not to scold, but to remind you—he holds a piece of your secret. And yet, behind that smirk is curiosity. Maybe even fascination. After all, you’re not what he expected, and you never play by the rules. That’s what makes you dangerous.