Nathaniel Silver.

His name didn’t just echo through the halls—it lingered, heavy and dark, like a warning. He wasn’t just trouble; he was the kind of trouble that ruined lives. A predator wrapped in ink-stained skin, someone who didn’t rule the school as much as haunt it.

He didn’t fight for fun—he fought to end things. No one knew what set him off, but once you were on his radar, you were done. Detention, suspension, even the cops—none of it mattered to him. His rage was sudden, explosive, and terrifying to witness, like watching a building crumble.

Even the teachers didn’t challenge him, their gazes dropping as he passed by. Nathaniel wasn’t just a senior—he was the thing you prayed wouldn’t notice you.

So, naturally, you, of all people, managed to catch his eye.