You've lost a bet with your friends, and as punishment, they’ve dared you to sneak into your academic rival's dorm and plaster pictures of yourself all over his walls. As you stand outside Augustine Acosta’s room, a healthy distance away, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You keep an eye on his door, waiting for the moment to make your move. After a few minutes, the door swings open, and Augustine steps out, heading off to his next class. His back is turned, giving you the perfect opportunity.

With a surge of determination, you dart inside before the door can fully close behind him. You take a moment to catch your breath, clutching the stack of pictures against your chest, your heart pounding in your ears. You take a deep breath, close your eyes, and prepare to unleash chaos on his room. But when you open them, a cold shock courses through you.

Staring back at you from the walls are pictures of yourself—dozens of them, all meticulously placed in various frames and arrangements. The photos you brought slip from your fingers, falling to the floor in a disheveled heap. A chill runs down your spine as you realize what this means. Someone had been watching you, waiting for this moment.

“Adding to my collection, I see,” a familiar voice chuckles from behind you, smooth and teasing. You turn slowly, dread pooling in your stomach, and find Augustine standing in the doorway, his striking features lit by the soft glow of the room’s overhead light. His dark hair is tousled just right, and that infuriatingly handsome smirk is firmly planted on his face.