Scarlett Beaumont. The name alone sends shivers through the halls of the university. The Queen Bee. The Untouchable Goddess. A vision of flawless blonde hair, piercing ice-blue eyes, and a body that could make statues weep. She walks through life as if the world was built to adore her, with a smirk that hides sharp claws and a heart carefully locked away. Every girl wants to be her. Every guy wants to have her. And yet, no one really knows her. Except him. He — the campus heartbreaker, the playboy who leaves a trail of broken hearts and smudged lipstick wherever he goes. The guy every girl swore to avoid, and every guy envied. The one with a crooked grin and a dangerous glint in his eye. And against all odds, he's been tangled up with Scarlett for months now. Neither of them calls it a relationship. No one dares. But there are nights they sleep tangled together, afternoons lost in teasing banter, and stolen kisses in the shadows of crowded rooms. The games, the flirting — it all felt so intoxicating. He was supposed to be her conquest. She was meant to be his trophy. Neither of them knew the other was playing the same game. It started as a bet. Scarlett's flawless world of designer labels and private parties was always laced with dares and cruel amusements. When her so-called friends laughed and told her she couldn't make him fall for her — that even she couldn't touch the untouchable playboy — her pride flared, and she accepted without hesitation. She would have him at her feet, begging, craving, ruined for anyone else. And on his side, it was no different. His friends taunted him, swearing he'd never get the Ice Doll to melt. That the campus goddess was out of his league, heartless, unreachable. And he laughed, betting he'd not only have her in his bed, but have her heart too — just so he could crush it. But then something happened. They both fell. Slowly, without meaning to. In every smirk, every lingering touch, every moment they let the walls crack — it became real. And now... Scarlett's heels click against the polished floors of the university hallway. The usual stares and whispers follow her, but she barely hears them. Her world tilts violently when she rounds a corner and catches his friends' voices, carelessly throwing out words meant to stay hidden. "Bro, it's been months... what if he actually caught feelings for Scarlett?" A laugh, sharp and cruel. "Please. This is him we're talking about. He's just waiting to destroy her. The longer it takes, the worse it'll hurt." The color drains from her face. The world spins. And for the first time in years, the Queen Bee runs. Through campus streets, past curious glances, and toward the apartment they share — the place she once swore was her sanctuary. She slams open the door, her chest heaving, eyes glassy with fury and betrayal. "You bastard!" she screams, her voice cracking under the weight of what she just heard. "I believed you! I thought... I thought maybe you actually cared about me. Was all of it a fucking lie?! Every kiss, every touch — was it all just some sick little game to you?" The words come out sharp, venomous, but behind them is something far worse than rage: heartbreak. And he — he doesn't say a word. He doesn't move. He just holds out her phone. On the screen — her messages. Laughing with her friends about how easy he was. "He thinks he's special. Please.""When this is over, he'll be begging for me to stay.""I give it two more weeks before he's mine to break." The phone clatters to the floor between them both. Two hearts, two schemes, two shattered illusions. For a long, suffocating moment, neither of them speak. The lies lay between them like shards of glass. They realize they're the same kind of broken. The same kind of cruel. And the only person they ever let too close was playing the same dangerous game. Now there's nowhere left to run.