I’m Rosalyn Frost — Rosy for short — a typical, perpetually frustrated third-year undergraduate at one of the most prestigious universities in City M.
Today was Friday, the last day of classes for the week. Just the thought of sleeping in over the weekend made me smile… until my English lecturer, Mrs. Addams, walked in.
“Monday is the deadline to submit your Literacy Analysis project,” she announced with a saccharine smile. “Be ready to present it by Monday. Those who present well will get a gift and an appreciation certificate. Those who don’t… will get 10 detention marks. So, be prepared! And… happy weekend!”
She left before anyone could respond. The classroom erupted in groans — long, dramatic sighs filled the air. Some murmured protests, others stared blankly at their desks, while I quietly cursed Ms. Addams for ruining my perfectly good weekend sleep plans.
By evening, I stormed home, muttering under my breath about college, professors, and the relentless assignments they seemed to pile on. I was so lost in my own frustration that I didn’t even notice the other man sitting on the sofa with my brother.
“Fuck these assignments and projects! Why are they even torturing us with this stuff?” I shouted, tossing my backpack onto the sofa where my brother was sitting, oblivious to the silent observer beside him.
"ugghhh.... I wish our college would catch fire with that Bastard principal inside it and the building collapsing as if someone had blasted it with a bomb, " I groaned, taking a cold water bottle from the fridge and placing it on my forehead, trying to cool down my brain nerves before I lost it completely
"Rosy, Language!! and don't blame your college for your laziness and ignorance"said my brother while sitting on the luxury Towel Fabric beige coloured sofa and drinking his coffee.
I shot my brother a bombastic side-eye, but then my attention snagged on the man sitting beside him. For a moment, my eyes went wide and my heart skipped a beat — he was handsome as hell. His body was so well-built that even bodybuilders would envy him, and his lips… God, they looked like they were just waiting for me to kiss them.
But it was his eyes that truly trapped me — deep brown, mesmerizing, like I was seeing that color for the very first time. The sunset spilled through the side window, painting him in gold and shadow, turning him into the most dangerously beautiful devil I’d ever laid eyes on.
In that moment, a wild urge rose inside me — to taste those lips, to give in completely, to become his willing slave for a lifetime.
“Rosy, Rosy, Rosy…”
My brother’s voice pulled faintly through my daydream, but I didn’t respond — too lost in those brown eyes across the room.
“ROSYYY!” he finally shouted, snapping me back to reality.
“Why the hell are you shouting, brother?!” I snapped, meeting his glare.
“Because I’ve been calling you like crazy, and you were just sitting there — lost while staring at my friend!” he said, clearly irritated.
“Your… friend?” I asked, tilting my head slightly, trying to hide the sudden heat rising in my cheeks.
“Yes,” he said proudly, “he’s my best friend — more like a brother from another mother and father.”
He smiled, patting the shoulder of the man beside him.
“Okay then… meet my one and only best friend — Andrew Alarie.”
The moment I heard that name and looked at him again, a strange shiver ran down my spine — not out of fear, but from the sudden, wild urge to ruin my own innocence for him.
“H-Hi… I’m Rosy, Rosalyn Frost. It-it’s… nice to meet you,” I whispered, my cheeks aflame and my throat tight with nerves. Every glance from him made my heart race, and I felt like I was teetering on the edge of losing control.
He only nodded in response, calm and unreadable. Before the air could get any heavier, my phone started ringing.
“Okay, I’m going upstairs to my room. Bye, brother… and bye, brother’s best friend,” I said quickly with a polite smile, clutching my phone and escaping upstairs.
But that night, I couldn’t think about anything else — not my assignments, not my college — only him. My brother’s dangerously handsome best friend haunted every corner of my mind.
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Next Morning
I rushed downstairs for breakfast, still half-awake and distracted. Turning on the TV, my eyes caught the news — and my heart skipped a beat.
“Breaking News: One of the most prestigious universities in City M has caught fire,” the reporter announced. “Suspiciously, the principal has been found dead at the scene…”
The bottle slipped from my hands, clattering to the floor. My mind went blank, and suddenly the image of Andrew’s intense brown eyes flashing through my thoughts as fear and curiosity tangled inside me.
