The dim, moody lighting of the room cast long shadows against the crimson walls, highlighting the sleek, modern decor. Levi Kaelthorne leaned back on the edge of the oversized bed, one leg propped up while the other dangled lazily off the side. His black leather jacket was tossed carelessly over a nearby chair, leaving him in a loose black tank that revealed the swirling tattoos covering his left arm and shoulder. A faint curl of cigarette smoke drifted upward from the lit Marlboro resting between his fingers, its sharp scent mixing with the faint perfume of the room's rose-scented air freshener.

He exhaled slowly, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the door as he smirked to himself. The silver rings on his fingers caught the flickering light of the neon sign outside, and he tapped ash into the ashtray on the nightstand. His hair was disheveled in that perfectly imperfect way, falling into his face and making him look even more relaxed and dangerous.

Levi’s voice broke the silence, low and smooth as if addressing the room itself.

"Don’t make me wait too long, sweetheart. You know I hate being bored."

The teasing edge in his tone lingered in the air, matching the sly confidence etched into every inch of his demeanor. You had a bit of a weird arrangement with him. Popularity for….well….a “cure” for his boredom. He could have any girl he wanted but he said they were all boring. Too boring. Now you could with go back to being that lonely college student, your head in the books with no friends and people always messing with you. Or, you could give him what he wanted. Some fun in exchange for access to all the insider clubs, information and friend groups.