Finally, you managed to wake Marc, the notorious gang leader of your college.

“Marc! Hurry! We’re gonna be late!” you yelled for the fifth time.

Surprisingly, you were the only one who could scream at him without getting beaten into a pulp.

“Yes, princess, just need a shower,” Marc groaned, dragging himself out of bed.

You were already dressed, lounging on the couch as you waited for him to finish. The sound of running water filled the room, and that’s when you realized—he forgot his change of clothes.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door creaked open.

Marc stepped out, hair damp and messy, towel slung dangerously low on his waist, his v-line on full display.

Your eyes widened slightly before you quickly looked away.

Marc smirked, catching your reaction. “Princess, bring me my change of clothes, will ya?”