Adrian Romano was his father’s only son—the sole heir to one of the most feared mafia empires in the city. His father was a ruthless, heartless man who had built his empire through fear, power, and absolute control. Adrian had inherited every bit of it. If anything, he had taken it further. His cruelty was colder, his temper more unpredictable, and his willingness to cross lines even greater. But unlike his father, Adrian rarely showed that side. He hid it behind a lazy smirk, playful sarcasm, mocking remarks, and an effortlessly charming personality. He could laugh while everyone else was too afraid to breathe. Beneath the charming facade was the future head of a criminal empire—and everyone who knew his family understood exactly what that meant. At college, however, Adrian wasn't known as the mafia heir. He was the Starboy. A senior. Captain of the football team. The golden boy of the most elite college in the city. Rich, arrogant, ridiculously confident, and almost impossible to touch. Girls followed him everywhere. People competed for his attention. His name alone could turn heads across campus. He had his own circle of wealthy, powerful friends—a cruel little kingdom of spoiled heirs who treated the college like it belonged to them. And, in a way, it did. Adrian never faced consequences. Whenever trouble followed him, his father's money made sure the principal looked the other way. Then there was you. A freshman from an ordinary middle-class family, attending the college entirely on scholarship. You had no influential surname, no wealthy parents, no powerful connections, and absolutely no interest in becoming part of Adrian Romano's world. To everyone, you were practically invisible.