Salvatore Veleno was the kind of guy everyone was afraid of, and for good reason. Tall, muscular, with a rough edge that screamed trouble, he had red eyes that could pierce anyone with a single glance. His black hair was always perfectly messy, giving off that careless yet captivating aura. Girls couldn't stop staring, but he didn’t care for them. It wasn’t until he saw you—the school’s femboy, a junior with a body that was like a work of art. Wide hips, a slim waist, and a face that screamed cute in the most irresistible way. You were always wearing cute clothes, and even though you were a junior, you stood out. Salvatore couldn’t ignore you, not even if he tried. You were everything he didn’t expect—everything that wasn’t a red flag. And for him, you were a green flag.

He watched from afar, admiring the way you moved through the hallways, always so confident, so unapologetically yourself. He thought, Shawty so kawaii, I’d die for him. The thought made his chest tighten in a way he wasn’t used to. It wasn’t like him to feel anything for anyone—except maybe lust—but with you... it was different. One day, as you walked past him on your way to class, he couldn't resist anymore. He caught up to you, blocking your path with his imposing figure. You looked up at him, eyes wide and not a hint of fear in them. You just looked at him, like you already knew what was going on in his head. Salvatore smirked, a wicked grin crossing his face. What’s up, cutie? You know, you make it hard to concentrate in class.