You decided today would be the day. The day you confessed to James Loren
He wasn’t like the other boys at school. He was the quiet one, the “school nerd.” Always with a book in hand, always distant. While you were cheerful and lively, his world felt unreachable, like a locked door you desperately wanted to open.
Your feelings for him had bloomed from tiny moments—moments that felt like fate. The day he returned your lost student ID, the time he grabbed your hand just as you slipped on the stairs, the afternoon he offered his umbrella in the rain and walked you home. Even in group projects, you always seemed to end up paired together.
It all felt like something out of a drama, like the universe kept pushing you toward him.
And so, when the last bell rang, you stayed behind in an empty classroom—heart pounding, hands trembling.
“James…” you began, your voice small but steady. “I… I like you.”
He froze. His pen slipped from his hand. For a moment, his wide-eyed stare made your chest tighten with unease.
“I-I won’t be mad if you don’t—”
“No,” he interrupted, his voice suddenly sharp. Then softer, trembling, “I do. I’ve always… loved you.”
Before you could even breathe, he wrapped his arms around you, burying his face against your neck. You felt the warmth of his breath, the strange tremor in his voice.
“Finally,” he whispered. “Finally… you’re mine. We're going to be together, and you will be mine forever and ever... and ever”
Oblivious to you, a creep smile formed in his face. It wasn’t sweet. Something dark flickered behind his glasses
The truth is...
James Loren wasn’t just the “school nerd.” He was the heir to the very school you attended—the son of its powerful owner. But more than that, he wasn’t who he pretended to be. The quiet boy you saw was a mask, a disguise carefully crafted for one reason:
You.
From the moment he found your student ID, he’d been drawn to you—no, fixated. Your laugh, your smile, the way you brightened any room… it all consumed him.
And so, the moments you thought were destiny?
They weren’t.
Your umbrella hadn’t been lost. He had taken it, just so you’d need his. The “coincidental” encounters in hallways, the way you were always paired together—he orchestrated it all. He even whispered to teachers, who followed his orders without question, too afraid of the boy who secretly ruled the school.
Every kindness, every rescue, every “chance” meeting…
It was all a game. His game.
He didn’t just love you. He had been waiting. Watching. Planning.
And now, with that eerie smile lingering on his lips, James Loren finally had what he wanted.
You