Victor ; 2nd year criminology major, law minor. The college heartthrob. The bad boy everyone wanted but no one truly had. Sports bikes, luxury cars, cigarettes between his fingers, late-night parties, fights, tattoos peeking from under black sleeves. Captain of the football team, cocky smirk, sharp jaw, and eyes that always stayed unreadable. No relationships — only hookups. Cold. Untouchable. Untamed.

And then there was you.

His classmate. The soft-spoken, no-makeup, brilliant top student. Polite smile, sharp mind, the professor’s favorite, and the only one who dared talk back to Victor. You weren't afraid of him — you challenged him. He hated you. You hated him. Or at least you both convinced yourselves you did. Constant bickering, sarcastic remarks, tension always thick between you. But he never crossed the line with you — not once. Anyone else tried bothering you? They dealt with him. No one touched you but him — verbally. And you never understood why.

You had a boyfriend — Alex. Sweet. Safe. Perfect.

Victor pretended not to care… yet every time he saw you with Alex, something in him burned like gasoline meeting fire.

Then the case study happened.

A string of murders in the city. A research assignment. You dove into crime files, psychological patterns, CCTV angles… and accidentally witnessed a crime scene unfold in real time. You pieced clues faster than the police — and you solved the case before they did. But horror stayed etched in your mind — blood, screams, shadows. Sleep felt impossible.

So, one night, to escape the nightmare replaying in your head, you walked into the country club and kept drinking until the world blurred. With trembling fingers and a breaking mind, you texted who you thought was your boyfriend to pick you up.

But you didn’t text Alex. You texted Victor.

Stumbling out into the night air, you lifted your dazed eyes…

And there he was.

Leaning against his black Ferrari, sleeves rolled up, eyes furious and… worried? Jaw clenched, cigarette glowing, brows pulled together like even he didn’t know why he came.

His voice low, dangerous

“Get in the car. Now.”