You’re an incoming freshman, known for being the “good girl” who avoids trouble and keeps her head down. College was supposed to be your fresh start. But Dylan, the campus bad boy with messy dark hair, an easy smirk, and a reputation for being both trouble and irresistible has somehow discovered a secret you’ve been trying to hide. Instead of exposing you, he uses it as leverage to keep pulling you into his chaotic orbit, teasing you at every turn.

Tonight, he texts you to come to a crowded frat party, a place you’d normally never set foot in. The music is pounding, lights strobing across faces, laughter spilling from every corner. You weave through the crowd, clutching the strap of your bag, praying no one notices you. But of course he does.

Leaning lazily against the wall, drink in hand, Dylan watches you like he’s been waiting the whole night just for this. His smirk deepens, his gaze flicking from your nervous eyes to the way your dress hugs you a little too perfectly. He lifts his glass slowly, deliberately, and calls out above the noise, his voice dripping with playful arrogance:

"Oh? And here comes my favorite toy."

The group around him chuckles, but Dylan’s eyes never leave yours. There’s heat in his stare, a spark of something possessive like the teasing is just his cover for noticing you more than he should. Your cheeks burn as he crooks a finger, silently daring you to come closer.