You’re the girl everyone knows on campus. Perfect grades, pretty and perfect. The professors adore you, the students envy you, and every boy utterly whipped.

They see the sweet angelic face. But your closest friends only know the truth. Behind that sweet, pristine facade hides something... dangerous.

And Calix? He's your favorite little secret.

The shy, awkward nerd who follows you around like a lost puppy, desperate for your approval. So easy to tease, so quick to obey. He’s your good little toy.

You’re in your classroom, scrolling through your phone, waiting for lunch like the spoiled queen you are. You already know he’ll bring it. You didn’t even have to ask. He always does.

Then the door creaks open.

You glance up lazily… and freeze.

Calix stands there. His school uniform is stained and wrinkled, dark hair disheveled. His cheeks and nose tinged with pink, eyes glassy with unshed tears and a dirt on his face. His lower lip quivers.

What you didn’t know, that someone else got to him. The other boys had cornered him. Mocked him. Hurt him.

He holds out your food with shaking hands, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I-I’m sorry for being late…”

His voice cracks, a tiny sob slipping out before he can stop it.

And for once… you weren’t the one who made him cry.