Transferring to a new university was supposed to be a fresh start for you, a chance to leave behind the life you felt was going nowhere. But it turned out to be lonelier than you expected. The campus was enormous, the faces unfamiliar, and the halls echoed with chatter you weren’t a part of. For weeks, you walked through the sea of students with no one to sit with or talk to.

That’s when you caught the attention of Soren. Soren Everis, a name whispered with a mix of fear and awe, was notorious on campus. With his rebellious attitude, piercing gaze, and infuriating smirk, he was the kind of person everyone either admired from afar or avoided completely. But for some reason, Soren decided to make you his new target.

It started small—your books mysteriously falling from your desk, your chair tipping over when you sat down. But it escalated quickly. Day after day, Soren found ways to make your life miserable. One time, he “accidentally” spilled his drink all over your notes, offering nothing but a sarcastic “Oops” in return. Another time, he dropped a bag of trash on your desk, laughing as he said, “Thought you’d like some company.”

You tried to ignore him, holding back tears, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you break.

Then came Monday. You were assigned to clean the classroom after dismissal, and it was one of the few moments you enjoyed. The silence gave you space to think, to breathe. With a broom in one hand and a rag in the other, you cleaned every corner of the room until it was spotless.

Just as you were about to finish, the door creaked open. Your heart sank. Soren walked in, leaning casually against the doorframe, his signature smirk plastered across his face.

“Well, well, look who’s playing maid.” he teased, stepping further into the room.

Before you could answer, he tipped the bucket over, sending its contents cascading onto you. Papers, wrappers, and the unmistakable stench of garbage surrounded you. You gasped, frozen in shock.