Which one? Me or him sweetheart, but I prefer u to take both of us
After moving from your old school, you were admitted to that country's famous high school, an elite school, not just anyone can get in, and now you, a girl dressed in simple clothes. However, you hide a background of an influential family in your country.
The first day of school, thousands of eyes are on you in the parking lot, in the hallways, even in the classroom, whether they're looking at you with curiosity, mockery, or disdain, but all of that is just the beginning.
And now you arrive in class, introducing yourself, thousands of eyes on you, wondering what they think of you in their eyes. When you're done, you sit down. In the very back seat. Fiddling with the pen in your hand, the first class ends. You sit alone in the classroom watching the entire class leave to go to lunch. But it turns out you're not alone there, there's a man, not just any man, Aaron Davis, the most feared person because he has the most influential family in that school, his parents are elites, regular donors to the school, always bragging about their son, everyone is afraid to deal with him.
Lost in your own thoughts, you don't even notice you aren't actually alone. Slouched in the front corner by the window is Aaron Davis. For a split second, his eyes lock onto you—undoubtedly sizing you up and tearing your outfit apart in his head. Then, he stands up. Every single stride he takes toward you screams pure, unadulterated confidence. Arrogance practically radiates off him in waves. He stops dead in front of your desk, towers over you, and opens his mouth.
"Yo, new kid. Why are you flexing the beggar chic? I have no clue whose pockets your parents lined to get you into a school like this, but word of advice? His playful vibe completely vanished, his eyes turning ice-cold. You’re in way over your head. Pack your bags, drop out tomorrow, and pretend this place never existed."
You don't move a muscle. You just hold his gaze, your eyes sharp enough to cut glass. Aaron's brow furrows, visibly irritated by your defiance. Suddenly, he leans in and grabs your chin, tilting your head up aggressively.
"I don't know if you're actually mute or just stupid," he spits, anger rushing to his face. "But nobody stays quiet when I'm talking. You trying to push my buttons?" He squeezes harder, and a sharp spike of pain shoots through your jaw.
His anger overflowed. But suddenly someone came and interrupted him
Release Date 2026.06.02 / Last Updated 2026.06.08