1 Prologue

♤Nonchalant

It was his first day out under the scorching sun, the heat already burning his pale skin and he frowned, hissing while standing underneath it. The sudden gust appeared as four or five-line of black shiny vehicles stopped right beside.

"My son, I have missed you immensely. Had the jail treated you well?"

"Hn. Few broken bones."

The man in his fifties, with the dark mustache, proudly patted his back.

"That's good, now let's go home or do you want to go anywhere else?."

"College."

As always his answer was grim and short.

The drive to the said destination was rather boring and annoying since the sun was still glaring. Just then something or rather someone caught his eyes. It was a young girl or maybe of his age.

She was the only one smiling under the sun.

No umbrella, no shade she preferred that.

"I need that ...more."

He breathes steadily, as his fingers touched the glass as if those fingers were caressing the unknown girl.

"Did you say something, son?"

"Here."

The car stopped and he bid his dear son good wishes as he left.

"Sir, the young master had just arrived."

"I know, but he preferred coming here. So let it be but keep an eye on him."

"Yes, sir."

CRAVING SWEET

What was he doing in this lousy place?

He never really attended any class, just a few times when he had nothing to do. His eyes roamed around the tall broad infrastructure, the university he was studying in. This whole placed owned by no other than his famous father.

"It's him."

"Don't look at him or he'll kill you."

Students scattered around as he passed, no one wanted to interact with him knowing his violent behaviours, none wanted to become the target of those steel-grey eyes. But those eyes weren't glancing around searching for any target today instead like a bee, he was searching for a sweet nectar. The one kind of thing he hasn't been able to find and understand for such a long time.

"I heard his back. Though he's such a violent type but his god damn fine thing!"

"Stopping talking like that. You perverted thing."

He suddenly stopped the long stride when he heard those soft giggle. He didn't mean to eavesdrop on them but he found himself turning his head to the side, watching them converse and one of them caught his attention.

That girl, the one that he saw outside a few minutes ago. His steps were brisk as he approached them but he preferred quietly standing behind the two girls. Wanting to see her from near as much as possible.

"Yo, what's up? You have the same class."

It was sudden, what was is it called? He had no idea but he just kept staring at her instead of replying.

"Hey what do you think you're doing?" Her friend quietly exclaimed dragging her away who just shrugged in confusion. That infuriated him, as his eyes followed her every moves but when she turned back and smiled at him apologetically. His anger subsided. He merely stared.

He entered the class and immediately all the noise became quieter and he sat on an empty seat, the one at the corner. Soon the lecture started and it felt like it ended rather quickly when the professor bid farewell because he's thoughts had been quite occupied all throughout the lecture.

"Your acting rather strange today..."

He didn't even glance at the geek of the class, dressed oddly as always. Only he dared to talk to him sometimes.

"Fuck off."

One could never hear pretty things spilling out of his lips but he didn't really like any companions anyways. He stayed alone throughout the day and kept quiet as much as a snake did yet he couldn't stop thinking about someone.

He had found something very interesting enough to keep his day going on a lot fun than it usually would.

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