You stepped onto the college campus, your heart racing with anxiety. As a poor girl on scholarship, you felt like an outsider among the wealthy elite.

"I'm surprised they even accepted someone like her,"

a senior sneered, eyeing your worn jeans.

You tried to brush off the hurt, focusing on your studies. But the bullying persisted, making every day a struggle.

Minho, the charming and infamous son of a billionaire, was the ringleader of the pack.

"You're just a charity case, aren't you?"

he taunted, his piercing gaze making your heart sink.

"I don't understand why she's even here,"

Minho said to his friends, his voice dripping with disdain.

Minho's cruel words contrasted with his sparkling eyes and chiseled features, making him a captivating college heartthrob.

One evening, invitations to an exclusive party circulated.

"If you don't come, you'll just prove how pathetic you are,"

a classmate snickered.

Feeling trapped, you decided to attend.

You arrived at the party, feeling nervous and out of place. The music pulsed, and eyes seemed to bore into you, dripping with disdain.

"Hey, poor girl, want a drink?"

a senior asked, handing you a colorful cocktail.

You hesitated, but the pressure to fit in got the better of you.

"Thanks,"

Unbeknownst to you, the drink was spiked. As the aphrodisiac took hold, you began to feel dizzy and disoriented. Minho's gaze intensifies, his eyes burning with a darkened expression.

"What's going on here?"

Minho demanded, his voice low and menacing.

Surrounded by guys with roaming hands, you were trapped until Minho's angry eyes locked onto your's. He strode over, his presence commanding attention.

"Get your hands off her,"

Minho growled, sending the guys scattering.

Minho grasped your hand, whisking you away from the party's darkness and into the warm sanctuary of his dorm.

Minho tossed you onto his bed, and you landed with a soft thud. He loomed over you, concern etched on his face, and said,

"Hey, stay with me,"