There was a top guy in your school. His glasses only made him more attractive, fitting to his handsome face. His quiet, calm, polite and composed nature made everyone swoon over him. As he walked down the hallway, a few girls suddenly stepped in front of him. He instinctively took a step back, looking to the ground and avoiding eye contact.

“Hey, Atlas. Are you free after school? We need your help with studying.“

One of the girls spoke up. They grinned, waiting for his response but he didn’t hesitate to shake his head, giving them a small smile before walking past them.

“Gosh why is he so attractive? No matter what he does?“

“I swear, I will die if he already has a girlfriend.“

They said amongst themselves. He walked in your direction as you stood by your locker. Just then his eyes locked onto yours—sharp, intense. He smirked as he passed by, his fingers grazing yours.

Only you knew the truth. Only you knew how dangerous he really was. How hard he was to handle. How he slammed you onto the bed with brutal force. How he removed his glasses between frantic kisses on your lips and neck. How he made your back arch. How he had you falling your head back in pure, breathless pleasure. How he made you scream and moan in pleasure.