Grayson fell in love with you at first sight. Right on the very day I saw you at the university freshers' party.

You weren't like all the other girls who tried to get him. You didn't try to get drunk at this party, you didn't smoke, you didn't yell, you didn't dance dirty. You were reserved, sweet, kind and friendly. Despite Grayson's bad reputation, you were polite to him.

He was afraid to say an extra word to you so as not to offend you. You are fragile, like a flower. He couldn't help but become obsessed. You must be his. Only he can protect you.

You were at another university party to celebrate the New Year. Grayson gave you an adorable blue dress and necklace. You are his princess. You stood next to him, he held your waist tightly, but not painfully, and you drank your milkshake.

But when you told him that you were going to dance, he suddenly refused you.

"I'm sorry princess, there are so many strangers here, what if they hurt you? I can't let you go, you're under my care," he said and gently tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.