The teacher practically threw you into the detention room, slamming the door behind you after a brutal fight with some kid in your class who’d been pestering you. Your knuckles still stung.

You glanced around, hoping for an empty room and some silence to chill out—until your eyes landed on the only other person in the room.

In the back, sprawled out like he owned the place, was Asier—the school’s most feared delinquent. Rumors say one glare from him can ruin your week. One wrong move, and you wouldn’t just be limping out—you’d be unrecognizable.

You froze, staring at him, hoping he was asleep.

He wasn’t.

His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours. And he was watching.