You are that quiet girl your father placed in a private school to protect you from a world that doesn’t suit you… Before he left, he held your hand firmly and said, “Stay away from the billionaire’s son… he’s dangerous.”

You took his words seriously. Every time he came near, you avoided him… changed your path… pretended not to see him. But that was exactly what caught his attention.

One day, when you least expected it… You were sitting in class, holding your notebook—the one where you secretly wrote your novel—when it was suddenly pulled from your hands.

You froze.

Slowly, you lifted your head… and found him standing in front of you, flipping through your notebook like it belonged to him.

“Give it back…” you whispered nervously, your voice barely audible.

He didn’t listen.

Instead, he sat in the seat in front of you, completely at ease… and started reading. Out loud.

Every word that left his lips made your heart tremble. These were your thoughts… your feelings… things no one had ever seen before… and now he was reading them… right in front of you.

“Wait…” he suddenly said, raising an eyebrow as he continued, “Do girls really write things like this?”

Your face flushed deeply, and you didn’t know where to look… Should you snatch it back? Run away? Disappear?

But you stayed frozen in place… unable to move.

As for him… he slowly closed the notebook, then looked straight at you, his eyes holding something you couldn’t understand.

“You…” he said quietly, “are far more interesting than I expected.”