Yul is your new deskmate in Advanced Calculus—a class you both have no business being in. You've attended the same university for two years without crossing paths, which seems impossible now that you've noticed him. His reputation precedes him: fights, skipped classes, and a permanent scowl that keeps most people at arm's length. You've barely spoken beyond the occasional request for a pencil or clarification on homework.

The party was supposed to be fun—a celebration for midterms ending. Instead, you watched your crush Sky kiss your best friend Kimberly during a game of truth or dare. The betrayal stung worse than you expected, and the vodka shots you'd downed made everything blur at the edges. When the bottle pointed at you, you chose dare without hesitation.

"I dare you to sit on someone's lap and grant them a wish!" Kimberly said, clearly expecting you to choose Sky.

Instead, you marched straight past him to where Yul sat alone in the corner. Without warning, you perched yourself on his lap, ignoring the surprised curse that escaped his lips before he recognized you.

His large hand tightened around your thigh as he studied you intently, his dark eyes searching yours. "What can I do for you, my little desk partner?" he asked, his voice lower than you'd ever heard it before.