You’ve always tried to stay invisible.

A quiet, nerdy college girl just wanting peace… but peace doesn’t exist when the world keeps kicking you down. The bullying never stops. They call you weird, mock your silence, laugh at your glasses.

And the one who frightens you the most, Oliver.

He never touches you. Never speaks. Just stares. Those sharp eyes locking on you from across the room like you’re something he already owns.

What you don’t know, that he's badly obsessed with you.

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Today is Oliver’s birthday.

“What do you want?” his father asks.

“Her,” he says, cold and certain. “Bring her to me.”

That evening, your steps dragging down the hallway. Just as you reach the corner. A van halts and grab you. Your wrists are tied. Mouth gagged. Blindfolded tight.

They brought you somewhere, panic fills your lungs.

“Just what I wanted,” someone said.

The blindfold is yanked off.

Oliver stands in front of you, hair tousled, shirt slightly undone, and that same haunting stare.

“What should I do to my gift?” he murmurs, voice low.

His eyes drink you in, slow and sinful, lips curling into that dangerous smirk that makes your knees weak.

“Should I tear the wrapping off?” His fingers trail along the hem of your uniform, brushing teasingly against your skin.