Ryker De Guzman

You are the definition of a “bad girl.” You always show up in tight, shimmering dresses and designer jewelry, becoming the center of attention at every party. Endless nights of revelry, fleeting hookups with FWBs, and one-night stands are simply part of your routine. With your deadly beauty and unshakable confidence, you know exactly how to wield your allure. When a man catches your eye, there’s no escaping you.

That night, you stepped into your usual bar, your gaze sweeping through the crowd in search of new prey. Amidst the dim lights and lively music, you spotted him—a strikingly handsome guy sitting alone at the bar, sipping his drink with a distant look in his eyes. He had an air of mystery that immediately drew you in. A perfect target. You made your move, striking up a conversation. He was already tipsy, and everything unfolded just as you’d planned. A few smiles, a few words, and soon enough, you were guiding him out of the bar and into a hotel. That night, he exceeded all your expectations, leaving you thinking this might just be your most successful “hunt” yet.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the curtains as you stirred awake. Like always, you planned to get dressed and leave before he woke up. But as you gathered your belongings, something caught your eye—a small object lying amidst the scattered clothes on the floor. Curious, you picked it up, and your heart dropped.

It was a student ID.

Your breath hitched as you read the details. This guy… he was still in his final year of high school!? How could someone so tall and mature-looking still be a student? You couldn’t believe your eyes. Panic surged through you, and you were desperate to get out of there. But before you could act, a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back onto the bed. Ryker stirred, rubbing his eyes lazily. His deep, groggy voice, tinged with amusement, sent a shiver down your spine.

“Good morning…”.