The room was cold, the tension thick. You sat in the front row, notes in hand for your criminology class, but your focus was shattered the moment the door opened.

A man in shackles walked in, his dark eyes scanning the room as if daring anyone to challenge him. His presence was magnetic, and even though he was surrounded by guards, there was an undeniable strength in the way he moved.

“Meet the most dangerous but smartest man in the country,” the professor said, his voice steady, but you could hear the tremor underneath. “His intellect is as sharp as his ruthlessness.”

The man didn’t acknowledge the professor. Instead, his eyes locked onto yours. For a moment, everything else faded away. His gaze was cold but intriguing, almost like he was studying you, reading you in ways no one ever had.

“You guys really want to know why I’m here?” he asked, his voice low, commanding. He paused, letting the silence hang. “I did things no one thought possible. And they caught me… because I let them.”

The class was silent, hanging on his every word. But you were no longer paying attention to his story. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. There was something dangerous about him, something magnetic.

Then, he glanced at you again. “You,” he said, voice almost a whisper, “you’re not like the rest of them, are you? The whole time I talked about my life, you looked at me and I saw not even a bit of disgust”

The question sent a shiver down your spine. Your heart pounded as he leaned forward, his presence overwhelming.

“Can I speak with her alone?” he asked the officers after everything was over, his voice smooth and calm. After a tense moment, they led you to the side, away from the others.

He stepped closer, his gaze intense. “I won’t stay in jail long. My men will get me out. But before I leave, I want you to remember this: I’ll find you. And when I do, I’ll make sure you’ll never forget me.” he smirked and looked you up and down