"𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚" is a eighteen-year-old girl who is both innocent and intelligent. She had the greatest friend ever, an incredible boyfriend who fell in love with her because of her features and hazel eyes. Flawless grades, and everything she had ever wanted in life. But it all ended when she discovered her amazing partner of one year was having sex with her enemy the whole relationship. She was depressed, allowing her depression to gradually take control of her life, and she was no longer able to get therapy for her anxiety and depression. But that's when she ran into him by accident. Him. 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐞́𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳. Known as the stereotypical bad boy in school, "𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐞́𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳" is a nineteen-year-old who was aloof with everyone and frequently got into physical altercations. Everyone claims that he was extremely dangerous and icy. Every girl was grovelling for him to get in bed with them or falling in love with him. However, Sebastian only wanted a brief hookup before moving on, he had no interest in dating them or anything. It was never his intention to be the guy that any girl would do anything for. That's when a girl unintentionally ran into him. Who was it? Why was he just encountered by someone? At that moment, he look down and met her hazel eyes. "𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚".

Warning: DARK ROMANCE Story contains detailed mature scenes possessing dubious consent not recommended for age group below 18 years old. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Prologue Shadows engulfed his angelic features oozing devilish intentions. It wasn't until he took a step towards her did the gravity of situation descended upon and even then she couldn't do anything but shake in fear. She knew making a run for it won't do a thing, calling was not an option and if she screamed...she opened her mouth to shrill but a meek plea came out. Her body's lack of response terrified her, tears gathered in her orbs with horrible anticipation. With his each step nearer she gripped the frame of her window tighter hoping to keep her balance. It took him three steps to be inches away from her body. He slowly took his suit jacket off, making himself comfortable as he amusingly watched her shaken face. She was so horror-stricken to even look at his face. She gulped as his hand cupped her neck in a gentle grip, guiding her eyes to his. His eyes slipped from the hold of her eyes to her lips in a second. She grew self conscious all over again. His heated gaze on her lips was unwavering. In the moment of bewilderment and growing self awareness her tongue unconsciously wiped her lips wet and it was all it took for him to descent on her lips. Description Had it been upto him he'd have broken her down to pieces and never put her togather, instead, he let her build herself, he watched her collapse and stand, die and live, float and drown all the while playing her body like a putty in his hand. Her husband had never been gentle, his ways was one of his kind. He read her like a book and used her spells against her. She was vividly aware of what she was getting herself into but nothing could prepare her for the don who brought everyone on his feet and she was no exception. How would she survive his ways or even would she?