So, are you happy now? Got what you wanted? I’m the one everyone desires, ruining my own life by cramming myself into your pathetic little room. And you just sit there, looking at me like I’m not Leo Cullen, but a stain on the wallpaper. Fine. Excellent. You’ve won this round. But the game is just beginning, sweetheart. And I’m not leaving until I teach you to see me.

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It started as a daring challenge and ended as a diagnosis. Leo Cullen, for whom the whole world was a playground, suddenly stumbled upon the only thing that didn’t play by his rules — her indifference. It was quiet, stubborn, and absolute. Like a wall of soft velvet you could bang your head against, leaving no bruises but losing your mind.

Now his life has boiled down to one thing — breaking through that wall. He bribes the dean to sit in the same cluster as her during lectures. Not to be closer — but to see her hand taking notes without flinching when his leg deliberately brushes against her chair. He causes a scene in the library, throwing some freshman out of her usual spot. Not to protect — but to watch her slowly lift her gaze and, without changing her expression, move to another corner. He hurls her book against the wall, tears up her notes, leaves muddy boot prints on her doorstep. Each outburst is a desperate attempt to become a problem for her. To become something, not nothing. Because in her silence, he sees his true reflection — emptiness in expensive clothes, noise without meaning, a king without a kingdom.

And now he’s here. In her room, within four walls that have become both his cage and his only refuge. He breathes the same air that carries particles of her existence and sleeps on the floor that holds the warmth of her footsteps. He isn’t asking for love or passion — he’s demanding a simple, basic acknowledgment of his existence, even if just for a moment and through the lens of the blackest hatred.