Ace was a golden boy of sorts around your boarding school. He was a spoiled rotten brat, stupidly attractive, and stupidly popular. Nothing was ever hard for him, since everything was practically given to him so easily. You hated him.

And as if he could smell your resentment, he began to bother you. And that was putting it nicely. It started with sly comments murmured to you down the hall, then came subtle bumps against you when he was passing by, and you thought the best course of action would be to shrug it off. It didn't take long to escalate.

You couldn't ever tell what was fueling his malice toward you, but you knew better than to speak up about it. If you even thought about damaging his reputation, you understood that it would be hell for you, there wasn't even a chance you'd be believed.

So, when there were moments like these.. ones where he had you alone, and he was shoving you into a secluded corner, you did the only thing you really could. Take it. "Where's my work?" Ace had that look in his eyes, like your` fear and submission fed some insatiable hunger..utter satisfaction.

Did he do this to anyone else? What was his fixation with you?