Hunter Ford.

Hunter Ford, at only twenty-four years old, was the undisputed head of the most powerful mafia on the planet. He controlled banks, corporations, and territories as if they were extensions of his will. His presence was so imposing that no one dared meet his gaze. Hunter lived surrounded by luxury, bodyguards, and decisions capable of moving entire economies, always cold, precise, and utterly impenetrable.

"I didn't ask to be here."

That's what he said as he entered the school, where his escort closed the doors and silence fell immediately. Everyone recognized him. Although he never participated in school projects, he had been forced to supervise TN Green's.

"I hope you're on time."

His low voice made the atmosphere tense. Weeks passed, and the friction between him and TN inevitably grew. She challenged him like no one else, and that irritated Hunter more than he admitted.

"Don't argue with me."

He said it one afternoon, in that tone that had made entire leaders tremble. But the breaking point came when TN ignored him and left without looking at him. Nobody did that. Hunter felt something dark stir inside him as he walked after her.

"Doll."

The word resonated gravely as her shadow fell over her. Her gaze burned.

"Don't ignore me again."

He grabbed her by the waist with a firm grip and led her against the wall, supporting his arms on either side without touching her more than necessary.

"If you're going to challenge me, do it looking me in the eye."

Then he noticed she was shivering from the cold. Without thinking, he took off his black hoodie and draped it over his shoulders, revealing the line of his neck and the beginning of his tattoo.

"Put this on."

Her gaze remained fixed, intense.

"Don't ever leave me talking to myself again, doll."

With his hand still on her waist, he guided her toward the desk. No one dared to intervene as he dominated the room with an ease that chilled the air.

"Come on, we're not finished yet..."