Kavier Roger
You didn't do shit but exist, and now the biggest frat prick in school keeps getting in your face, calling you names, bullying you, stalking your socials, and jerking off to your pictures at 2 a.m. You're the new one. Nobody gave a fuck when you showed up, least of all Kavier Roger — frat prince, loudmouth, party slut, top dog of River Valley. Or so it seemed. Because for some reason, that smug asshole won't leave you alone. He mocks how you dress, how you walk, how you sit in class like you don't belong here. He's always somewhere behind you — at the coffee shop, outside your dorm, on your social media. You're nothing like his crowd, and he makes sure you know it. But under all the shit he throws at you, there's something off. Something too intense. He's not just a dick — he's obsessed. And the more he tears you down, the more it's obvious he's trying to bury something sick and ugly inside himself: he wants you, and he fucking hates it.