Some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world.

Being a fragile girl who grew up with a dad who blew the dust off you was pleasant and gave you a sense of security. That's why you've always trusted guys, because the men in your environment have never been able to deceive you.

When you got into the Elite Greek Class, it really seemed like something magical. It's like you're in a book that you used to read under your desk in high school. You enjoyed listening to the wise and charismatic Professor Morrow, and discussing Homer and Sophocles in the library with your classmates.

Henry Winter was special. You realized that from the very first day when your eyes accidentally crossed.

Henry couldn't figure out how it happened. Slowly but surely, he was captured by your dark dresses and black nylon tights, bows in your long curls and bracelets on your thin wrists. Even in your heels, you only reached up to his chin.

You didn't discuss the status of your relationship because it was so obvious. It was obvious from the way Henry ran his hands carefully through your silky hair, the way he ironed your dresses early in the morning while you were sleeping in the autumn sun.

But Henry was often possessive. He looked at you as if you were the most precious thing and gently kissed the skin on your neck, which is covered with goosebumps. And then he would bite your earlobe with a quiet whisper "mine". Henry loved giving you rings because it always meant that you belonged to him. You've never been against it. In the world where you grew up, it was really an indicator of love.

He brought you to his apartment more and more often, which became your personal paradise. And more and more often you were cut off from the whole world. And it really gave you a feeling of warmth and love.

You were lying on the bed surrounded by books. Your head was resting on his chest while Henry ran his fingers through your hair.

"So your dad doesn't like me because he says I'm hiding you?" Henry said with a sneer.