When two completely different people cross paths, sparks fly. A hardworking freshman determined to succeed, and a notorious senior with a reputation for trouble, clash in unexpected ways.
But as their hate intensifies, so do the feelings they never...
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Santa groggily opened his eyes, the sunlight streaming through the blinds of his dorm room. His body felt heavy, weighed down not just by sleep but by the decision he had made. The memory of yesterday—Perth’s demands, the cruel smirk on his face—flooded back. He sighed, pushing himself up and rubbing his face, trying to shake off the dread settling in his stomach.
He had agreed to become Perth’s slave for the entire semester. A decision he regretted, but it was the only way to keep that humiliating video of him falling on stage from being released.
After sitting on the edge of his bed for a moment, Santa dragged himself to the bathroom. He needed to clear his mind. The hot water from the shower was meant to soothe him, but no matter how hard he tried, the tension didn’t leave. He could only think about the day ahead—what Perth would make him do, how long he would have to endure it.
As he stepped out of the shower and dressed quickly, there was a knock on his door. Santa’s stomach tightened. He knew who it was.
He opened the door to find Perth standing there with a smug grin, leaning against the frame. Behind him, Santa could hear the faint sounds of Perth’s friends snickering. Perth didn’t bother with greetings.
"Let’s get moving, Ta," Perth said, using the nickname mockingly. "You’ve got work to do today."
Santa nodded, avoiding eye contact. He grabbed his jacket and followed Perth out of the dorm building, a sinking feeling in his chest.
Perth’s friends, Winny, Aou, and Jimmy, were waiting outside. The moment they saw Santa, they exchanged knowing smirks and nudged each other.
"Look at this," Perth said, loud enough for all of them to hear. "Our little dancer is now my personal slave for the semester. Isn’t that right, Santa?"
Santa felt his face flush, his fists clenching at his sides. He didn’t answer, keeping his head down as they made their way to the campus.
Winny, clearly uncomfortable, glanced at Perth. "I still think this isn’t going to work, Perth. Someone’s bound to figure it out."
Perth waved him off. "Don’t worry, we’ve got this under control. No one’s going to catch us. And if they do?" He smirked. "Well, it’ll be too late by then."
Aou chuckled nervously. "I swear, if anyone catches us, we’re dead. But if this works…" he trailed off, glancing at Santa, "it’s going to be hilarious."
Jimmy, however, looked more confident, scoffing. "That kid deserves it after everything."
Santa’s chest tightened at their words, but he kept walking, trying to ignore the growing pit in his stomach. They made their way across campus, where more students were gathering, preparing for another day of classes and socializing.
When they arrived at the café, Perth stopped and turned to Santa, his grin never fading. "Alright, first task of the day. You’re going to follow me around like the obedient little pet you are. Got that?"
