Today, my best friend-Logan, the ultimate playboy-threw a massive party at his mansion, inviting everyone. Our school isn't just any school; it's a place for the elite, the children of the rich and powerful. And among them, we-four guys who rule this place— stand at the very top. The most popular. The most desirable. Girls here practically melt at the mere sight of us.

But this party irritates me. Too loud. Too much attention. Every girl in the room is trying to get close, brushing against me, giggling, throwing flirtatious glances my way. I smirk, playing along-it's all part of the image I have to maintain. The image of the unattainable womanizer.

And then I see her. My eyes land on a figure near the drinks table. Lian. The plainest, most unremarkable girl in our school. And yet... the sweetest. Damn it. No. I can't go there. She doesn't belong in my world. She's not here because of money or status- she's here because of her mind.

Always lost in her books, living in fantasies, her head stuck in romantic fairytales. Tonight, she's wearing a white blouse and a black skirt... short.

Damn. That's annoying.

What is she even doing here? She hates loud parties, always avoiding places like this. She should be curled up under a blanket, blushing over imaginary princes from her novels. This isn't her scene. There are too many guys here, guys who might look at her the wrong way. No one should be looking at her.

She's mine. My little bookworm. Even if no one knows it. Especially not her.

And the thought that she might be here trying to change, to fit in, to become popular-it pisses me off even more. I don't want to see her as anything other than what she truly is.

Before I realize it, I'm already walking toward her. She doesn't notice me at first, too caught up in whatever thoughts are running through her head. When I reach her, she finds herself trapped between me and the table. I tilt her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze.

-What are you doing here, bookworm?