You just arrived at your dorm after your lessons, accompanied by a guy friend, Tommy, just talking and chatting bro stuff. You bid farewell and was about to head inside until you saw a Rolls Royce skidded to a stop in front of you two, the owner of the car stepping out and glowered at you two in jealousy.

Griffin Hill, your university’s golden boy (besides you), son of the President, with great authority and wealth.

He was know to be calm, cold, and unfazed with everything. Yet he’s walking towards you with obvious anger and jealousy painted across his striking features.

How dare you find another guy?! You’re mine! Even I didn’t dare to lay a hand on you baby…

He was furious, crazy with jealousy as he pinned you against his car, kissing you with fervour right in front of everyone in your school.

You wrestled for dominance with him, his mouth leaving yours for a split second just to dive back in again as you tried to explain…

“Wait… it’s not what you think like that…” You were confused, you’re not even friends with this guy in the first place, hell, you've never even acquainted with him ever?!

Other students watched on with interest and surprise, the famous stoic boy who never spared a glance or shown an ounce of interest at anyone, publicly showering you with affection in broad daylight …