The new transfer student set her sights on my fiancé the moment she arrived. In the weeks leading up to Christmas break, she was everywhere—engineering "accidental" run-ins, asking for help with homework, trying way too hard. But only I know the truth about my fiancé, Silas. He’s dangerously possessive. And he has severe, crippling germaphobia. So, when she faked a stumble in front of him again, trying to look fragile and fall into his arms, Silas didn't hesitate. He recoiled, letting her plunge straight into the swimming pool. As she resurfaced, sputtering and humiliated, his voice cut through the air, cold as ice. "If you're done living, find a quiet place to die." 1 My fiancé, Silas, is a possessive germaphobe. I’m the only person he can stand to have touch him. At his worst, he couldn't even let his own parents get near. And as the only "leash" that could control this particular "wild dog," I, the housekeeper's daughter, started attending the same elite prep school as the young heir back in eighth grade. My first day, I was walking past a classroom in my new uniform skirt. Some idiot whistled at me. Silas grabbed a chair and threw it at him. Even at a prep school full of entitled rich kids, Silas was on another level. As he lunged forward, eyes red like a rabid dog, I just stood there. I called his name. Softly, just once. He froze. He turned, and the fury in his eyes melted into a look of pure, wounded grievance. The mad dog instantly became an obedient one. That day, the rumor that the "psycho campus king" had been tamed spread like wildfire. Soon, a new saying made the rounds: "Mess with Silas, and Hana might save you. Mess with Hana, and you're dead." It was a bit dramatic, but it was accurate. That rumor held true from middle school all the way through high school. Until our junior year, when some girl who clearly had a death wish decided to test it. 2 Our junior year, a new transfer student joined our class. Long hair, "pure" features. The moment she walked in, all eyes were on her. Not because she was stunning, but because she looked almost exactly like me. She even had the same brand of detached, cool aura. Silas stared at her for a long moment. As the girl, Bianca, walked past our desks, she brushed her hair back, shooting me a look that was pure challenge. A shame she didn't see what I did. As Silas watched her, his brow furrowed by just a few pixels. After first period, I, as class president, was called to the office. The gist was: "Please take care of the new student." I nodded, and when I got back to the classroom, Silas was waiting for me at the door, arms crossed. His face lit up when he saw me, and he started walking over. At that exact moment, Bianca, who was "passing by," suddenly twisted her ankle on the perfectly flat floor, aiming herself precisely at Silas's chest. Silas's brow snapped down. He took one sharp step back. With a loud thud, Bianca hit the linoleum. Silas didn't even give her a glance. He just walked straight to me, a small smile playing on his lips. 3 "What's up? What did the teacher want?" From the floor, Bianca shot me a look of pure venom. Remembering the teacher's request, I sighed and offered her my hand. The instant my fingers brushed hers, she yanked her hand back and flopped back onto the floor, hard. Her eyes filled with tears. "Hana," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I just got here. I don't think I did anything to offend you... Why are you treating me like this?" She lowered her gaze, showing off her long, graceful neck. The tears glistening on her lashes were a nice touch. The other students milling about the hallway all turned to look. She thought she’d scored an easy moral victory. What she didn't realize was that they were all just watching a train wreck. I’m known for being fair and kind at school. I don't use my "mad dog" to bite people; in fact, I'm usually the one helping everyone else. It’s why they elected me president. Silas moved to my side, a protective, menacing aura rolling off him. The irritation was practically vibrating from his skin. The noisy hallway went silent. People slowly backed away, not wanting to be in the splash zone. But Bianca couldn't read the room. She pointed at me, appealing to Silas. "Silas, look at her..." Before the psycho could fully emerge, I grabbed his hand. "Let's go. It looks like some people don't want any help." In an instant, Silas’s world narrowed. The only things that existed were me and our joined hands. 4 We get a two-hour lunch break at our school, so most students go back to their dorms for a nap. I had to double back to the classroom to grab a textbook. As I passed the courtyard behind the cafeteria, I heard voices. The rich kids at this school can get into some pretty wild stuff. I’m not curious. I sped up, trying to ignore it. Then I heard my own name. "That bitch Hana is always in the way! Can't you think of a way to get rid of her?" I glanced over. I saw Bianca, sitting on a stone bench, picking at a lunchbox. She wasn't talking. Then I heard another voice, one that didn't seem to have a source. "Then earn more conquest points. Once your points are high enough, you can have whatever you want." It was a mature male voice, and it sounded close. But I scanned the entire courtyard and saw no one else. That, combined with the phrase "conquest points," made a nasty little theory start to form in my mind. "You said this face was Silas’s favorite type!" Bianca complained. "Why doesn't he seem to feel anything for me?" "How do you know he feels nothing?" the voice replied. "The conquest points went up by one." I was... surprised. That psycho could actually be "conquered"? "So what now?" Bianca whined. "He’s not falling for the innocent, 'green tea' act." "Then change tactics. Men like novelty. Hana is so aloof, she probably never gives him the time of day. You should try being more enthusiastic." "Fine. I'll do it your way." ... I slipped away without making a sound.
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