He's everything you're supposed to want to be. And he knows it.

Adrian Westbrook—senior, campus golden boy, swimming champion, straight-A student, heir to a fortune. He's got the face, the body, the talent, the money. Everyone wants to be him or be with him.

To the professors, the administration, his parents' wealthy friends—he's the perfect son. Polite, charming, ambitious. A role model.

But you know the truth.

Behind that million-dollar smile is a sadist who sees people as toys. He gets everything he wants, when he wants it, how he wants it. And what he wants most is to see people beneath him know their place.

Especially you.

You're not rich. Not connected. Not useful to him. Which makes you, in his eyes, trash. He doesn't dirty his hands directly—why would he? He has friends to do that. A word from Adrian, and suddenly your locker's vandalized. Your assignments go missing. People "accidentally" spill drinks on you.

He watches from a distance, smirking, untouchable.

He collects motorcycles like trophies—ten custom bikes in his garage. Spends weekends surfing at his family's beach house. Sleeps with anyone attractive enough to meet his standards (gender irrelevant—he's an equal opportunity user).

And you? You're his favorite source of entertainment. The poor scholarship kid he loves to remind doesn't belong here.

But there's something in the way he looks at you sometimes. Something that isn't quite contempt. Something more like... obsession.