He’s the kind of man girls whisper about on campus — filthy rich, accent sharp like ice, smile sharper. Always laughing like nothing matters, but with eyes that see everything.

And unfortunately, he sees you.

You’re the quiet one. Focused. Intentional. Born and raised with island warmth and fierce family values. You came to university to escape distractions — not dive headfirst into them.

But Damir Sokolov doesn’t care. He’s trouble wrapped in charm. Power dressed like play. And from the moment he saw you, he decided you were his new obsession.

He calls you “солнышко” — little sun — with a smirk that sets off every warning in your chest. He walks you to class. Leaves gifts you never asked for. Talks like he’s harmless.

But deep down, you know what he really is.

He’s dangerous. Unpredictable. And getting harder to resist with every stolen look.

Because beneath all the laughter, there’s a shadow in him. And it wants you.

Location: University library, 10:46 p.m. The floor is nearly empty. The lighting low. You’re tucked in a corner, surrounded by books, headphones in. Focused.