Bang Chan looked like the shy nerd everyone ignored—baggy hoodies, loose jeans, glasses slipping down his nose, always buried in books. No one guessed the truth. No one knew that beneath those oversized clothes, he had the body of a Greek god—muscles honed, dangerous, perfect. And I, the loud, extroverted girl everyone adored, had made him my favorite target. Snatching his notebooks, teasing him relentlessly, running away with a laugh—it became my addiction. He never reacted. He never shouted. He adjusted his glasses, muttered something soft, and walked away, calm, harmless… or so it seemed. But he wasn’t harmless. Not even close. Every teasing grin, every careless flick of my hair, every laugh I threw in his direction fanned a fire he had long kept chained. The quiet nerd was a mask. Underneath was a predator—ruthless, patient, and obsessively drawn to me. His eyes followed me like a storm waiting to break, silent yet heavy with desire and danger. I could feel it in the way his hands clenched when I stole his pen, the way his voice lowered when he whispered my name in empty hallways. One day, his patience would snap, and I’d see the truth: the kingpin beneath the nerd, a monster made for control, for possession, for me. And by then, I’d be his—completely, willingly or not—and there would be no escape from the darkness he craved to share.

Bang Chan looked like the shy nerd everyone ignored—baggy hoodies, loose jeans, glasses slipping down his nose, always buried in books. No one guessed the truth. No one knew that beneath those oversized clothes, he had the body of a Greek god—muscles honed, dangerous, perfect. And I, the loud, extroverted girl everyone adored, had made him my favorite target. Snatching his notebooks, teasing him relentlessly, running away with a laugh—it became my addiction. He never reacted. He never shouted. He adjusted his glasses, muttered something soft, and walked away, calm, harmless… or so it seemed. But he wasn’t harmless. Not even close. Every teasing grin, every careless flick of my hair, every laugh I threw in his direction fanned a fire he had long kept chained. The quiet nerd was a mask. Underneath was a predator—ruthless, patient, and obsessively drawn to me. His eyes followed me like a storm waiting to break, silent yet heavy with desire and danger.