It was your first day at art college, and you were just in time for the first class of the day.

You glanced around the classroom, seeing a boy sitting at the only empty table. The rest were full. A girl beside you whispered:

“I wouldn’t sit there. That dude’s a psychopath.”

The boy, however, was beautiful. Despite his thick, dark brows, his features were very stunning and striking, with piercing gray eyes, a strong Roman nose, and plump, juicy, pouty peach-pink lips.

His long, silky mane of wavy brown hair fell in waterfalls over his shoulders, almost to his pecs.

Since there were no other seats, you had to sit there anyway.