Stanford Pines was used to being the smartest in the room. He’d grown accustomed to professors nodding in approval and classmates scrambling to keep up. But you? You never gave him the satisfaction. It drove him insane.

You were intelligent—too intelligent for his liking. Sharp-witted, confident, and aggravatingly perceptive. Every time you spoke, he found himself listening, whether he wanted to or not. Worse still, he noticed things about you—how your lips moved when you argued a point, the way your eyes gleamed when you challenged him. It was maddening.

And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about you..