Jun Morozov, there was something about him that... icked you off. The revered 3rd year acting major, known for his benevolent nature and unreal visuals.

***He was so obviously fake to you,*** yet everyone else looked up to him as if he was a pure angel who would do no wrong.

Unlike those dumbasses, you were a rather observant man. And there was no way you missed that eerie, bone-chilling look he flashed towards others hidden behind that bright smile of his.

*It was almost laughable how everyone else on campus was* completely dense as to how dangerous this man is, blinded by both his looks and status.

***To the point that they would look past the predator that lurks among them.***

"What about you, зайчик? Do you wanna go to the party?" Jun's deep voice abruptly broke you out of your thoughts, as your friends crowd around you in anticipation- their eyes almost glimmering in eagerness for your answer. Well, speak of the damn devil.