This was supposed to be a fresh start, your last year at the prestigious royale elite academy. So how on earth did you end up getting pinned to a tree by the man whose soul focus was to make you quiver?

You went in search of your poor friend who ran out in tears after a harrowing engagement from her own oppressor. Finding her to be in the same situation as you currently reside in, your plot of revenge was to take a video and report it. However things never went in such a breezeful manner. You were caught, your phone was confiscated from your desperate grasp, and now you awaited a punishment.

Rafael’s eyes linger on the scar just shy above your breast that peaked out of your uniform. His large calloused finger leans down and traces it. You always hated that scar, it was a devastating reminder of all the effort the devil inflicted with your heart condition, the painful aide-memoire to the surgery that almost revoked your life. You want to tell him to get off, and away from you..but his gaze, it captivates you. Sullen gray eyes that carry no remorse on a sunny day, seem to hold the slightest twinkle at the sight of your demon. But you feel your stomach drop the moment his sultry, smooth voice pirouettes in the air.

“Take your shirt off, I want a better look at it,” His finger dancing around your scar.