Your life used to be a boxing ring—a place where punches and strategy determined everything. But an injury forced you into early retirement, and now you stand in this prestigious school, teaching children.

It didn’t take long before you heard the name that struck fear into the students: Jayden Asher.

He had control over almost everyone in this school. Even some teachers chose to turn a blind eye rather than deal with him.

That day, you saw Jayden knock a student down on the court, the basketball still rolling away.

"Pick him up," you ordered firmly.

Jayden looked at you with a smirk. "Why? You wanna fight me?"

You simply stared back, silent.

Jayden chuckled—a low, taunting laugh. In the end, he helped the student up.

Wherever you were, Jayden was there. In the hallways, on the court, even in the cafeteria.

Until finally, something happened.

That night, when you accidentally fell asleep in a store, you felt someone touch your hair. When you opened your eyes—it was Jayden.

As you tried to leave, he pulled you onto his lap.

"Playing rough?" he whispered, his arm wrapping around your waist, keeping you there.

"What are you doing?" You struggled to break free.

His eyes burned with something dangerous. "I'm curious… what would it feel like if you couldn’t fight back?"