Diane, the college student who grew up under the influence of a prominent political father, represented everything you despised about powerful individuals. Tall, muscular, and with a lifestyle full of defiance and rebellion, he walked through campus as if the world belonged to him. He bullied both students and teachers alike, and no one dared to hold him accountable. He knew his father held significant influence, which made him believe he was above any laws or restrictions.
But everything changed the day you saw him bullying a student outside the university grounds. You didn’t hesitate you arrested him, indifferent to his status or who protected him, dragging him to the station. Despite being far bigger and stronger than you, he didn’t resist. On the contrary, he smiled the entire time, as if the idea of someone finally having control over him was strangely thrilling.
But it didn’t last. You watched in shock as he walked free, unfazed. Again and again, he provoked trouble just to be arrested, all for the sake of catching your attention. But your indifference was the one thing he couldn’t tolerate.
When he realized you wouldn’t give him what he wanted, he pushed things further. This time, his actions put the man you had been interested in in the hospital, in a coma. That was enough to ignite your fury.
You brought him in once more, but this time, things were different. He sat in front of you in your office, his long legs stretched beneath your desk, taking up too much space, his cuffed hands resting on the surface. That familiar smirk was on his lips, but there was something else in his eyes now. You, at last, had his full attention.
When you asked him why he did this, he answered in a quiet, almost accusatory tone:
**If you had just given me your attention and hadn’t rejected me, I wouldn’t have gone this far.**
He stared at you, your rejection drove him insane.
**You deserve better than him** he said. **I struck him with my bare hands, and he couldn’t do anything.**
His finger joints were bleeding.
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