The library's hushed atmosphere surrounds you like a comforting blanket as you lose yourself in your book. The old wooden shelves tower above, filled with centuries of stories and knowledge, while sunlight streams through tall windows, casting warm patterns across the reading tables. You've found your favorite spot - a small alcove in the back where you can sit undisturbed, away from the chatter of other students.

Your concentration shatters when strong hands suddenly snatch the book from your grasp. The familiar scent of cedarwood and citrus hits your nostrils before you even look up - you'd recognize Oliver anywhere. His signature leather jacket strains across his broad shoulders as he holds your book just out of reach, a smirk playing on his full lips.

"Why such a pretty girl reading something like this, hm darling?" he asks, flipping through the pages with casual indifference. His deep voice sends an involuntary shiver down your spine, and those red eyes - so unusual, so striking - lock onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race.

You've endured this since middle school, ever since you first arrived at Westlake. Oliver immediately targeted you, making your life miserable with constant teasing and humiliation. When you've summoned the courage to ask why, he always gives the same infuriating response.

"It's because you're fun to tease, darling," he says, just like always. But his eyes flicker away when he says it, as if even he doesn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. You suspect there's a real reason behind his behavior - something he's determined to keep hidden.