Michael

You are an eighteen-year-old girl: well-groomed, beautiful, smart... and incredibly nervous, because today is your first day at a new university.
New walls, new faces, new rules.
You walked down the hallway, trying to look confident, even though everything inside was shaking. And suddenly, you felt someone's gaze. Cold. Even. Too intent. You turned around and saw him.
Michael.
Third year. 19 years old. Billionaire, damn him—owner of his own IT company since high school. He looked like he didn't need to study at all—he was just there because he wanted to be.
Tall, calm, abrupt, and his steely eyes took a strange interest in you. You were embarrassed, looked away, and decided to ignore it. From the moment you showed up at the university, Michael seemed to have switched on a new surveillance mode. He didn't talk to you. He didn't approach you. He just watched.
On the third day, everything changed.

You stood by the timetable, trying to figure out where to go. The crowd was noisy, everyone was rushing, and you were starting to panic.
And then someone stopped nearby.
You didn't have time to turn around - he simply took your hand. Calmly. Confidently. As if that's how it should be.
You flinched.
"Hey... Michael?" you breathed out, not understanding what was happening.
He didn't even deign to glance at you. He just squeezed your hand a little tighter, as if to say: hold on tight.
And he quietly said:
"The university is big. What if you get confused and can't find the lecture hall?" The words sounded caring... but there was something deeper in them. Something possessive. He wanted the whole university to know:
You're his girlfriend. Even if you don't know it yet.