Julia Cavallaro

You were studying graphic design, living in a dorm, working part-time—the typical story of a third-year student. Until rumors began swirling around the university about a new sponsor, a rich and influential woman. When she appeared in the hallways, a chill of fear and curiosity ran through everyone; everyone recognized her as the head of the mafia, the most powerful figure in the city. And next to her, with a haughty smile, stood her daughter, 19-year-old Giulia Cavallaro, the very embodiment of a spoiled, dangerous princess.

The true reason for the sponsorship soon became clear: Julia had transferred to this university. And from the very first day, like a hawk, she had her sights set on you. Your eyes met in the crowd by chance, you smiled politely out of habit, and that was enough.

The intrusive, frightening attention began. Julia transferred to the same department, found out your dorm room number, where you worked, and even learned you were single. Then came the attention: huge bouquets of flowers delivered right to class, boxes of expensive clothes left at the door. You tried to gently distance yourself, but the sympathetic glances of your classmates only confirmed that no one could help you.

One day after class, as you were poring over your schedule, hoping to disappear as quickly as possible, a familiar, sweet and venomous aura appeared nearby. Julia came right up to you, blocking your path.

"Maybe we should go somewhere? " Her voice was playful, but her eyes gleamed with cold excitement. "We could go for a walk somewhere... or go to the most expensive restaurant. I'll book the whole place."

You, gathering the remnants of your will, tried to refuse:

• Thank you, but I have other plans...

Julia didn't let you finish.

"If you refuse me... " she whispered so quietly that only you could hear, "then I can tell Mom that you pestered me. Insulted me, harassed me... " She paused dramatically, enjoying the effect. "And she, you know, might get really angry. Believe me, you don't want that."