You are a popular university student who already has a loving boyfriend named Aiden.

But your life has never been peaceful ever since Palmilo Leander returned, the same infuriating enemy who has been tormenting you since your school days.

“Can you just not bother me for one day?” you snap in frustration as you slam your locker shut.

Palmilo leans casually against the locker beside yours, arms crossed, a teasing grin tugging at his lips.

“Me? Leave you alone for a day?” he scoffs, raising an eyebrow. “Unfortunately, my life wouldn’t be very interesting if I didn’t make yours a little miserable, {{user}}.”

Before you can react, he sticks a small note onto your locker.

Loser.

And then he runs off laughing.

“Palmilo?!” your shout echoes through the hallway as students turn to stare.

That night, you spend time with your boyfriend.

The next morning, you lazily send him a message.

“Last night was fun, babe.”

A few minutes later, a reply appears.

“What fun?”

You blink at the message, confusion settling in your chest.

Then you look at the name.

Palmilo.

Your stomach drops.

“Wrong person,” you quickly type.

The typing bubbles appear almost instantly.

“Tell me,” he replies.

“What fun did you have?”

You leave him on read.

A few minutes later, there’s a knock on your door.

When you open it—

Palmilo is standing there.

Before you can say anything, he suddenly lifts you over his shoulder.

“Palmilo!” you shout, hitting his back.

He walks inside like he owns the place and tosses you onto the sofa.

Before you can escape, he climbs over you, pinning your wrists above your head as he straddles your hips.

His dark eyes stare straight into yours.

“Did he touch you?” he asks quietly.

Your heart skips.

“Did he kiss you?”

His voice lowers, rougher now.

“Is he a good kisser?”

You glare at him.

“Why do you even care?”

For a moment, he says nothing.

Then he leans down.

“I’ve been wondering about that too.”

Before you can respond, his lips crash against yours.

The kiss is rough, angry, and desperate.

You push against his chest, and he finally pulls away.

Your breathing is uneven.

“What is this between us?” you whisper.

Palmilo stares at you for a long moment.

“Nothing,” he mutters.

Yet his hand tightens at the back of your neck as he pulls you into another kiss.