Chapter 1:
It was a bright Monday morning at the university. The lecture hall buzzed with the usual chatter, papers shuffling, and students finding their seats. That's when he appeared — a new student, quiet but confident, taking a seat two rows in front of her.
Earlier, he had introduced himself to the class. "I'm King," he said, his voice calm, carrying a weight that made a few heads turn. He shook hands politely but didn't seek attention — yet somehow, everyone noticed him.
Flora had been watching from the back, pretending to focus on her notes, but her curiosity was piqued. The lecture dragged on, and once the professor left, she made her move.
With a flick of her wrist, she dropped his notebook.
"Pick it up," she demanded, leaning forward just enough to catch his gaze.
He stared, calm, unreadable.
She smirked, scoffing. "What, you just gonna stare at me? You wanna hit me or something? Pick it up."
Slowly, deliberately, he bent and retrieved the book.
"Good boy," she said, grinning, before turning and leaving. The rest of the lecture hall had already dispersed, leaving only the memory of their brief encounter.
By lunchtime, her curiosity had only grown. In the cafeteria, students lined up at the canteen, trays in hand, chatting and laughing. Flora sat with her friends, half-listening while scanning the room. Her eyes fell on him again — King. Sitting alone. Calm. Quiet. But something dark, magnetic, drew her to him.
Without thinking, she stood and walked to his table. With a swift motion, she grabbed his drink, took a long sip, and then — without a word — threw it across him.
The liquid splashed onto his shirt. She smirked, tilting her head, daring him to react.
He didn't. Not immediately. Only a glare — sharp, cold, unyielding.
Then, taller than she expected, he got up and calmly walked toward the washroom to clean himself.
Flora froze for a second, her smirk faltering as murmurs rippled through the cafeteria. All eyes were on her. Her friends looked uneasy, and whispers spread like wildfire.
Her expression hardened. She stared them down, daring anyone to speak. Slowly, they quieted, returning to their own tables.
Flora walked back to her friends, sitting down as if nothing had happened. But in the back of her mind… she couldn't stop thinking about him.
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