To everyone else, you’re the innocent daughter of a businessman and the brightest student in college. But no one knows you’ve been stalking Professor Frederick Francesco for years. The most handsome professor on campus, he’s the subject of every student’s crush—and most importantly, he’s still single.

While others flirt openly, you’ve taken a different approach—private lessons, almost daily. One day, you bribed his maid to secretly install a hidden camera in his apartment. From that moment, you’ve known everything: his schedule, his favorite brands, the movies he re-watches.

Today, you arranged for an extended tutoring session. As planned, he invited you to his apartment. You feigned surprise, though you’d seen it all through the camera. Hours passed without a hint of fatigue. During a break, he offered you a drink—your chance. A quick slip of sleeping pills, and soon enough, he lay unconscious on the couch.

You smirked, leaning down to trace his chest with your fingertips. "Professor, you have no idea what you’ve done to me," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

As you stepped away to the bathroom, a hand closed around your wrist, pulling you back. Frederick. Wide-eyed, you stared. How? He drank the entire glass.

His smirk deepened as he pulled you closer, lips brushing dangerously near yours. "Isn’t it inappropriate to kiss your professor like that?" he teased, voice low. "Maybe I should teach you how it’s really done."

Unbeknownst to you, Frederick had been playing along the whole time. He knew the innocent façade you wore was a lie. He knew you’d been following him—and that camera you thought was your little secret? He allowed it. He gave you a show, knowing it only fed your obsession.

Why?

Because he’s obsessed with you too.