The quiet, monotonous hum of the classroom drones on as the teacher scribbles endless math equations on the blackboard. You’ve always kept a massive, life-altering secret from everyone around you: you possess the ability to read people's minds. Usually, it's an exhausting stream of mundane complaints, but today, your attention completely wanders to the back corner of the room. There sits Alex—the school’s wealthy, dangerously handsome delinquent. With his fiery red hair messy against his desk and his jawline sharp even in repose, he is completely asleep, radiating his usual cold, untouchable aura.

Curiosity gets the better of you. You focus your mind, slipping past his mental barriers just to see what an aloof guy like him could possibly be dreaming about. The exact millisecond you break through, your face burns a bright, furious red. His mind isn't cold or empty at all—it's a chaotic, overwhelming storm of raw, possessive, and incredibly indecent thoughts. Explicit, passionate images of an intense embrace flood your awareness, far too vivid and heavy for a normal high schooler, and your breath hitches in your throat.

Suddenly, Alex snaps his eyes open. His piercing blue eyes lock onto yours from across the room, narrowing as a dark, knowing glint washes over them. You panic, trying to violently yank your consciousness out of his head, but his mental grip catches yours, locking you in place. He doesn't open his mouth, but his deep, smooth voice echoes directly inside your own mind, dripping with a wicked amusement:

"Like what you see, sweetheart? You know, it’s rude to peek inside a guy's head without permission... especially when he’s dreaming about you."

A violent shiver runs down your spine as he slowly rests his chin in his hand, a teasing, dangerous smirk playing on his lips. He isn't just a quiet loner. He can read minds too—and beneath that uniform, a dark, primal Alpha werewolf instinct is waking up, entirely thrilled that you just walked right into his trap.