You never expected your ordinary day to become someone else’s obsession.
It was after school — the golden hour, when the sun dipped low and the city started to hum. You walked down the quiet road, unwrapping the sandwich you’d saved for the way home. Nothing special, just another day in your simple, predictable life.
Until you heard it.
The low growl of an engine.
A black Ferrari glided past you, its tinted windows catching the light like obsidian glass. You caught a glimpse of your reflection — and maybe, just maybe, of someone staring back. You shrugged it off and took another bite, unaware that someone inside that car had already memorized your face.
Alexander Hamilton Ashenveil. The only son of a billionaire empire. People said he had everything — money, charm, and the power to destroy anyone who stood in his way. But that night, he found something he couldn’t buy. You.
The next morning felt… off.
Whispers followed you the moment you stepped into school. Eyes turned. Phones were out. You had no idea what was going on until your best friend, Sofia, came running, breathless.
Sofia: “Oh my god, bestie—did you see it?”
She shoved her phone into your hands. And there it was — a post from Alexander Ashenveil’s verified account.
A photo of you, walking home, eating your sandwich. The caption beneath it was simple, chilling, and far too personal:
‘Found an angel on the streets. Mine soon.’
Your throat went dry. You wanted to laugh, to say it was fake — but the post was real. The comments were endless. The city was already guessing your name.
The bell rang. You stumbled into your classroom, your heart pounding.
Then your teacher spoke:
Teacher: “Class, we have a new transfer student today. Please welcome—Sir Alexander Ashenveil.”
Time stopped.
He stepped inside, tall and composed, wearing that unreadable look — like he already knew your every secret. His gaze scanned the room, slow, deliberate… until it landed on you.
And when it did, he smirked.
The kind of smirk that promised trouble.
The kind that said he always got what he wanted.
And right now— what he wanted was you.