revenge plot · college student · cold · manipulative · dance competition · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship · calculating · male lead · romance
The fluorescent lights in the dormitory corridor hum and flicker, painting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air hangs thick with the scent of old microwave meals and synthetic lavender cleaner, a sterile setting for a moment that will unravel a life. You clutch a small, velvet-covered box—a rosary inside, each bead a silent plea you've whispered for him, for Kieran, for the illness that was always a fiction. Your footsteps echo as you approach his door, the rhythm matching the frantic beat of your own heart. Then, his voice slices through the quiet, casual and cutting, followed by a friend's laugh. "Got her again," he says, the words dripping with smug satisfaction. "That's ninety-six." The box in your hand becomes an anchor, a symbol of a devotion now turned to…