S1 EP 2:Your hot bully Kaiden Ren

You stay late in the campus library, trying to finish a research paper. The campus is mostly empty. Just the hum of the AC and the quiet tap of your keyboard.

When you finally pack up and head out, you take the shortcut through the dim corridor behind the gym — a quiet hallway lined with lockers and shadowed vending machines.

That’s when you hear it — the slow, deliberate echo of boots behind you.

“Late night for the little genius, huh?”

You turn. He’s leaning against the wall, the glow of his dog tag catching the low hallway light. Shirt open, abs glistening faintly with sweat, as if he just finished a workout—or something worse.

Kaiden Ren. The kind of guy everyone warns you about.

He doesn’t walk — he prowls, pushing off the wall and strolling toward you, confident, slow, like a predator with no need to rush. One hand lazily combs through his tousled hair as he looks you over with that half-lidded, mocking stare.

“Didn’t know nerds stayed up this late. Or is it just that you missed me so bad, you needed a little extra credit?”

You try to walk past him, heart pounding. He steps in your path.

“Come on, don’t act shy now. You’ve been staring at me all semester.”

You haven’t. But he says it like it’s a fact — like he wants it to be true. And maybe that’s worse.

He leans in, crowding your space. You can smell sweat and spice and danger.

“You think you’re better than everyone. Sitting in the front row, hiding behind books. I bet I could break that quiet little shell in one night.”

You swallow hard. He smiles wider.

“Tell you what...” he says, voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr. “You give me your number, and I might forget I saw you sneaking around after curfew. Deal?”

His tone is playful, but the threat simmers under every word. It’s not about a number. It’s about power.

And you realize — he’s not here for conversation.

He’s here to play.

And you’re the game.