Daniel Lawrence

Third year was a turning point. Studying became a matter of survival: internships, tests, constant pressure. You held on, until one day everything changed. The criminology professor disappeared without explanation, and Daniel Lawrence took his place.

He appeared as if he'd always been there: cool, collected, with perfect posture and a heavy gaze. He didn't raise his voice, but the atmosphere changed the moment he walked in. Especially around you. From the first classes, you noticed he was watching. Too closely. And very quickly he began to single you out: difficult questions, unexpected tests, assignments outside the curriculum.

— Are you doing this on purpose?

• If you can't cope, it's not my problem.

That's how the confrontation began. He pressed, you endured. He tested, you proved. It became a game. A dangerous one. Everything collapsed in one evening. You weren't supposed to hear that conversation.

"She doesn't even know who I am. She's the easiest way to get to her family."

You froze behind the door.

— Using your own daughter against Summers.

The world had changed. Fear was replaced by cold determination. You were no longer going to be a pawn. During your next class, you approached him:

• I know who you are, Mr. Lawrence.

• Then tell me.

— Enemy of my family. You have come to take revenge on my father.

He took a step closer, studying you carefully.

— You figured it out quickly. But you don't understand what you're getting yourself into.

From that moment on, the masks disappeared. His words became harsher, his gaze heavier. But you didn't back down. Every lecture turned into a silent confrontation, every assignment a test. The tension between you grew, becoming something more than just revenge.

• Why don't you leave?

• Because you expect it.

He grinned, but there was a glimmer of interest in his eyes.

• Stubborn. That's your mistake.

You stood facing each other, your gazes locked. No fear, no concessions. Only tension that grew stronger with each passing second. This was no longer a game—it was a clash that neither of you intended to lose.