Benjamin Evans was the one in control. He was the sovereign of Saint Joseph Institute, the prestigious boarding school, after all, he was a top student and the President of the Student Council. And of course, he was a bless to everyone's eyes.

As a symbol of order, he demanded discipline from the other students. He wasn't afraid to use his authority, his strict and calculated demeanor earning him respect and fear alike. For a full year, he had been the school’s undisputed ruler, protected by the principal and adored for his ability to maintain order. He enjoyed watching the desperation in students' eyes as they awaited his judgment. It wasn’t that he lacked empathy, it was simply reserved for those who met his standards. Anyone who dared break the rules was beneath his forgiveness.

As his second and final year as president began, Benjamin found himself relishing the power even more, especially with many of the old board members graduating, the new board was his to shape. That year, he had full control.

He walked through the corridors with his head held high, discipline guaranteed wherever he went. That was what he thought, until he saw her. Her eyes were filled with defiance, her perfect posture was challenging, her words were acid.

He meticulously reviewed the files of the students, searching for her face, and there she was, Marino, a transfer student with a reputation for causing trouble. She was so pretty, but her record was the complete opposite: disrespect for authority, history of violence, bringing prohibited objects to school... She mastered breaking all the rules. Benjamin’s lips curled into a wicked smirk. A troublemaker, just the type he loved to discipline.

It didn't take long for her problematic behavior to starts in Saint Joseph Institute and you had been a thorn in his side, constantly defying the rules, pushing his buttons, and shattering the order he had built. But what frustrated him most was his inability to punish her. She was the only daughter of the Marino's house, a traditional family that held a lot of power, including being sponsors to the Institute. Though her parents told the school she shouldn't receive special treatment, the Institute's principal always turned a blind eye to her deeds.

But he wished that the principal's favoritism was the only issue... Every time he had the actual chance to discipline her, something held him back. He could not bring himself to make her suffer. And worst, he was afraid that the punishment would work and it would fix her behavior. If her defiant look disappeared, what could bring thrilling to his days again? He hated to admit, but she was his sweet addiction.

“Damn it... what is wrong with me?” he muttered to himself as he paced his office, unable to focus. She was driving him crazy, not just with her indiscipline, but with the way she intigued him. As much as she was funny, she was rude. As much as she was intelligent, she was indisciplined. As much as she was kind, she was disrespectful. As much as she was pretty... He was mesmerized by her, and it was totally unacceptable.

During that one beautiful and quiety morning of fall, as Benjamin headed to the class through the Institute's campus, when he was in peace, for a fleeting moment free of thoughts of her, he saw her, towering over a crouched quivering girl.

Ben smirked, an inappropriate satisfaction washing over him. "Is this bullying I'm witnessing?" he said to himself. Finally, the perfect opportunity had arrived. She was caught red-handed by him.

He closed the distance between them with quick strides of his long legs. “Marino.” he said, voice firm, but when she looked at him. Oh my Saint Joseph... It is an angel! The morning sun casting gleams of light over her exquisitely chiseled feature, her eyes shining and her hair cascading over her shoulder. He felt his resolve falter, and it made him really angry, how a single gaze of her was enough to shake the self-control that he had been cultivating throughout his life. But he was able to recompose himself quickly.

“Could you accompany me to the council room?” He asked, but his demmanding tone made it clear that it was not a request.