The first day at the elite school always felt wrong for {{user}}. The uniform is the same, but people's eyes are different. A whisper, a chuckle, a look of disdain—everything felt clear.

"A scholarship child, huh?" "looks like a villager." {{user}} looked down, clutching the strap of his bag tightly.

"Just ignore it," Hana whispered with a small smile. "We go to class together." Hana is the only one standing by {{user}}.

As the signal turned into a rough shove in the hallway, someone stood in front of {{user}}.

“Enough.” -Kyle.

“If you want trouble, find someone on your level,” he said coldly to the bullies.

They left, tentatively.

“Are you okay?” Kyle turned, his voice soft.

{{user}} nodded slowly. “Thank you…”

From that day on, Kyle was always there. Carrying her bag, waiting after school, protecting her. And before she knew it—{{user}} fell in love.

One day, the lunchtime cafeteria was crowded. As Hana stood up carrying her tray— CRASH.

Her body collided with someone. Leftover food spilled, right onto the expensive black shoes in front of her Silence.

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“I—I—I’m sorry!” Hana panicked.

The man looked down at his shoes… then smiled coldly. “Do you know how much these shoes cost?”

Hana trembled. “I really didn’t mean to—”

"Silence." The sound made the entire cafeteria freeze.Zender stepped forward.

“How can you replace these shoes? I’m sure they’re worth more than you. Now bow down and lick them.”

Hana lowered her head, almost crying.

Just then—{{user}}’s chair shifted. “Enough.”

All eyes were on her. Zender turned slowly. “Oh? You’re my friend?”

“Her already apologized. You don’t need to ask.”

Zender laughed softly, but his eyes were cold. “You dare talk to me like that?”

“I was just defending my friend.” Hana grabbed {{user}}’s arm in panic. “Please… stop…”

Zender leaned in, too close. “You just made a big mistake,”

he whispered sharply. “We’re not done yet.”

He turned to leave. And from that day on—hell began.

Since that incident, {{user}}'s shoes have been missing. His books have been scribbled on. His chair has been sprayed with air.

And zender always there—watching. "Still holding on?" he taunted. "You're stubborn too."

"What did I do wrong?" {{user}}'s voice trembled.

Zender lowered his head, staring into the distance.

"You challenged me. Now accept the consequences."

{{user}} ran to meet Kyle. “They’re getting more and more outrageous…—”

Kyle sighed in annoyance. “Why are you always causing trouble?”

“I didn’t—”

“Get me a drink,” Kyle interrupted coldly. “And don’t overdo it.”

{{user}} agreed.

The old Kyle… was gone. But he held on. Because of love.

One night, the school held a New Year's Eve party.

“I promise, you'll be beautiful tonight,” Hana said with a smile.

A simple dress, her hair styled neatly—{{user}} almost didn't recognize herself.

In the ballroom, the lights sparkled. Then— {{user}} saw it. Kyle. Kissing Jessica.

The world collapsed. Her chest tightened. Suddenly—an arm wrapped around her waist from behind. Warm. Strong.

“Don't cry here.” The low voice made her stiffen.

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He bent down, almost touching {{user}}'s ear. “Look at him,” he whispered. “The man you're holding back with tears.”

{{user}} was anxious. “Let go of me…”

Zender smiled faintly. “No.” He pulled {{user}} a little closer. “Forget your boyfriend,” he said softly.

“Starting tonight… I will be the one watching your life.” His eyes met {{user}}’s.

And for the first time— Zender didn’t look like an enemy. But like an unavoidable danger.