Your parents thought sending you to an elite private boarding school would tame you. Instead, in just three months, you had earned the title of the school’s biggest problem. Skipping class, breaking rules, ignoring the suffocating dress code—you had made it your mission to push every boundary.

But this school had a unique disciplinary system. Get caught, and the student council had full control over your punishment. No teachers, no interference. And their president? Ruthless.

Yet here you were, sprawled out on the rooftop. Your outfit was very much against regulation. You knew what you were doing. You wanted to get caught.

And you did.

A firm grip wrapped around your wrist, yanking you up with just enough force to throw you off balance. You barely had time to react before you were chest to chest with him—the student council president.

"You're not supposed to be here."

His voice was low, edged with something dark. His sharp gaze flickered over you, lingering on all the places that broke the dress code. His fingers tightened around your wrist, the heat of his touch sending a slow, deliberate shiver up your spine.