로그인Violet I have always thought I didn’t like hobbies. I used to believe I was the kind of person who simply endured life, without ever finding something that genuinely thrilled me, but I was wrong. I found one. A twisted one, perhaps, but it was satisfying nonetheless. I loved watching people think they had won. I loved the exact moment when someone like Nora believed she had finally cornered me, when victory glittered so brightly in her eyes that she stopped thinking. And even more than that, I loved the moment right after, when realization hit, when the ground vanished beneath their feet and they understood they had never been standing on solid ground to begin with. That shift from triumph to terror was intoxicating, like watching someone step off a cliff believing they could fly.“Miss Nora, you have some explaining to do. What is the meaning of this?”The dean’s voice cut through the room, echoing off the walls of the conference hall. The air shifted instantly. Conversations die
VioletI slowly swept my gaze across the room, letting my eyes linger on them. Their faces were pale and rigid, some frozen in shock, others stiff with anger at my sudden appearance.I ignored them all, as if they were nothing more than background noise. After all, I hadn’t come here for them. I didn’t care what they thought, didn’t care what verdict they had already passed in their narrow minds.People like them would never believe me. In their eyes, I was just a scholarship student, poor, disposable, easy to sacrifice for the school’s reputation. Someone to erase quietly, like a stain on a white board. So I wasn’t here to defend myself. You don’t argue with people who decided to hate you before you even opened your mouth.My eyes drifted to the back of the room. Nora stood there, half-hidden behind a line of professors, her face flushed red and her body trembling like she was barely holding herself together. Her hands were clenched so tightly at her sides I could see her knuckles tu
RomanThe room went dead silent.Every pair of eyes snapped to the professor as if he had just crossed a line no one dared touch. The dean stiffened, his hand slamming lightly against the table as he glared at the man. “You—” he began, voice sharp with warning. But the professor only shrugged, an ugly sneer twisting his mouth. “I’m not wrong, sir,” he said calmly. “We should investigate properly. Who knows, if that slut is sleeping with him, maybe that’s why he’s so protective. Maybe he’s already been inside—”I didn’t let him finish.I moved in a flash, before anyone could even register what was happening. One moment he was standing there, smug and careless; the next, my hand was wrapped around his neck, forcing him down. His head slammed against the table with a sickening crack that echoed through the room. Papers scattered, chairs scraped back violently, and his scream tore through the air.“Ah—! My head!” he cried, blood seeping beneath him as he thrashed. I kept him pinned ther
Roman I looked around the room, my gaze sweeping over every face seated at the table. If looks could kill, no one would be breathing. My jaw was clenched so tightly it ached. I could feel the thin line between control and destruction stretched to its limit. If I didn’t still have reasons, I would have burned the entire room to the ground without hesitation. Normally, I didn’t involve myself in things like this. I despised petty scandals, academic politics, rumors passed around by bored minds with too much time and too little intelligence. People talked until they got bored and moved on to something else. None of it had ever mattered to me. That was before it involved her. When I arrived on campus today, the whispers were everywhere. Students huddled in corners, phones clutched in their hands as they gossiped. At first, I ignored it like I always did, until I heard her name dragged through the mud by people like them. I went straight to the campus news site and saw the articles,
Nora “This is absolutely disgusting!” The professor slammed his hand on the table, and the papers shook violently. “What is the meaning of this? How could a student from our prestigious school do something like this? And to make it worse, she’s a scholarship student. She’s already staying here for free, she doesn’t have to pay tuition like the rest of the students, and yet, she shamelessly does this kind of thing so openly!”His words hung in the air, filled with contempt, just like the look in his eyes. I couldn’t help the smug grin that tugged at the corner of my mouth as I leaned back in my chair, watching the spectacle unfold. The files on the table, spread out like evidence at a trial, were littered with damning articles, photos of Violet in compromising situations with older men, her name dragged through the mud. “She should be expelled for this,” the professor continued, practically frothing at the mouth. “Her behavior is an embarrassment to the school. Not only is she bring
Violet I was already embarrassed.Actually, embarrassed didn’t even begin to cover it. It had taken me a disturbing amount of time just to put this on. Standing in front of the mirror earlier, I’d stared at my reflection for a full five minutes. Dressing in bunny lingerie for Hades wasn’t something I ever imagined myself doing. I was shy by nature, and this felt like stepping into a version of myself I wasn’t sure I knew how to be.And yet, here I was, fully dressed, about to be fucked.After leaving Sebastian’s place, Penelope had dragged me along for a shopping spree. She was in an especially foul mood, declaring that she needed to buy something to feel better.I should’ve known that was code for chaos. I didn’t expect her to drag me straight into the adult section of the mall like it was completely normal.There were so many things in that shop I’d never seen in real life before, lingerie that barely counted as fabric. One piece was literally just a string. I remember staring at







