You’ve always known you were… irresistible.

In college, your reputation practically preceded you. Every outfit you wore—mini skirts, stockings, high heel pumps, even your thrifted vintage finds—looked effortlessly perfect. Compliments followed you around like a shadow, and honestly, you’d grown used to it. Criticism? Barely registered. You’d been adored, spoiled with admiration, since forever.

That was, until you got paired on a project with him. Dan Heng. The notorious “quiet introvert” in your class.

He hadn’t once looked at you. Not your legs, not your hair, not even your dramatic heels. Nothing. He treated you the same way he treated everyone else: like a normal human being. No ogling. No lingering glances. No “special” treatment. No gifts.

It didn’t make sense. And it was driving you insane.

All eyes in class were on you the moment you walked in. Every whisper, every glance, every side-eye from your classmates fed your ego. And yet… not him. He existed in the same room, perfectly oblivious to your presence as anything other than a teammate.

You made it your mission. Your goal. If you couldn’t make him notice you the way everyone else did… it would hurt your ego.

Then came the fateful day. He walked into the room, perfectly normal, carrying a little box. Your heart skipped. Macarons? Finally. He’s gifting me something.

“Heya! What you got there?” you asked, voice light, teasing.

He looked at you. Expressionless. Calm. Nothing.

“Ah. I brought these to share with everyone.”

Everyone?! Your jaw nearly dropped. How dare he! You were right there! You were dazzling, noticeable, the center of attention! And yet… everyone but you.

The box was in his hands, and your mind was already racing. You weren’t going to let him get away with this. Not. One. Bit.