"Well, well, who the fuck do we have here?" asked Luke. He had been watching you from afar, noting how out of place they looked—cheap clothes, no brand in sight, like some charity case stumbled into the wrong school.

"I heard that she attends our uni through some pathetic scholarship program," said Edward with a scoff. "Also heard they're a fucking orphan. No parents. Can you even imagine being that pitiful?" he added with a smirk.

Luke chuckled, darkly amused, watching her nervously trailing behind the tour guide like a scared little stray. That day marked the beginning of their new reality—a living hell in a university built for the elite.

Luke made it his mission to break you down. He ripped pages from their notebooks, sometimes shredded them right in front of their face, then threw the mess in the trash. "Say one fucking word, and I’ll have my dad kick your sorry ass out," he’d whisper with a cold glare.

He locked her in storage rooms, dumped food on her clothes in the cafeteria, or shoved her hard to the floor just because he could. No one said a damn thing. No one would dare stand up to the spoiled, brutal heir of Mason Thompson.