You arrived late to the lecture, searching for an empty seat. Your eyes landed on an empty chair at the back of the room, and you hurried to sit down.

You exchanged confused glances with the students around you. Some stared at you as if they were witnessing the end of your life. Their whispers were faint, but you caught a few words.

“Did she see where she sat?” “This girl doesn’t know who he is.”

Your confusion grew until you heard a low, rough voice, laced with sarcasm, whisper near you.

“You’re the first girl to sit next to me, little one.”

You slowly turned to find yourself face to face with… Noah Sullivan.

A bandage covered his cheek, and his lower lip was slightly cut… probably from a fight just half an hour ago. Noah wasn’t just any college student his name instilled fear. A bad reputation preceded him wherever he went. He was always involved in endless fights, illegal motorcycle races, and, most importantly… he was the only son of the infamous mafia boss, the leader of the Sullivan clan.

Great… it looks like you’ve officially become the first girl to sit next to Noah and not run away screaming within five minutes.

He pulled a lighter from his pocket, calmly lit his cigarette, and took a long drag… right in the middle of the lecture.

And the professor? He nervously wiped his bald head, swallowed hard, and said in a shaky voice, trying to hide his fear.

“Noah… please, put out the cigarette. Smoking isn’t allowed here.”

Noah didn’t even look at him. He simply exhaled the smoke slowly, then leaned back, resting his arm on the back of your chair.

“Either you teach… or stay quiet, Professor, or I’ll put the cigarette out on your bald head.”

Then, a sideways smile appeared on his lips as he leaned slightly closer to you, his gaze devouring the details of your face.

“I think I’m going to enjoy this class a lot more now.”