(Stefano's POV)
I wasn't prepared.I thought she would show up to campus in the same angry mood she arrived with. But no. She showed up looking like… Like… Damn.
I tried to look away when she walked toward me with Sebastian. I really, really tried. But when she got close enough, the sunlight hit her hair, the wind lifted it a little, and my brain… just— stopped.
Her eyes were sharper than yesterday. Her lips softer. Her body.... Holy shi*!! Is she is for real?STOP.
I forced my eyes away. I forced myself to breathe normally.
I forced the irritation back into my chest.
I hated that I noticed her.
I looked at her hair.....then her eyes.....her face....her cherry lips...her neck...her chest.... her cleavage....her curves...her milky, creamy, soft, perfect skin as if the wind even stain it.
Her bosoms.... Even wrapped in clothes it looks so soft, perfect round shape, it made my junior hard. Just one thing missing on these soft bosoms :- my mouth licking and biting these, squeezing those hard. I hated that she looked like this.
How it will look without that red floral dress? How it will look like when it would be in my hands pumping it. How it will look when i will sleep between those round creamy pillows. My mouth watered at this thought.
Gosh i never thought something like this for any woman. Her skin is so flawless, so fucking pink.
Then i stare lower and something came in my mind " Pink "
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I can't think like that. College guys were already looking at her like she was edible. If she keeps walking around like this…
They're going to tear each other apart.
Then we reached the football field — my territory, where nobody intimidated me.
Except apparently my own reaction to her. I didn't mean to stare. But when she walked ahead of me, jeans hugging her waist, hair swaying gently, confidence in every step— I lost focus.
"Bro? You okay?" Sebastian asked.
I nodded too quickly.
Then Marko and Ethan came. Worst timing possible.
Marko's eyes bugged out. "Is that her?"
Ethan smirked. "Stefano, my guy, she is—"
I shoved Ethan before he finished. I didn't even think — my hand just moved. Pure instinct. I regretted it immediately because the teasing exploded.
"Stefano's losing his mind!"
"He forgot how to breathe!"
"Dude, blink twice if you're in love!"
I clenched my teeth, fists ready to break something.
"Shut. Up." But they didn't. Of course they didn't.
Marko leaned in. "She's… beautiful, man. Like insanely. No wonder you're—"
"I said shut up."
They quieted down eventually, but the damage was done. I walked ahead fast, pretending I didn't care. Pretending I didn't feel their eyes on my back. Pretending I didn't notice Sofia's confused expression behind me.
I hated this.
I hated the way she looked.
I hated the way everyone else looked at her.
I hated that she kept appearing in my head when I didn't want her there.
I hated the way her angelic face, eyes, lips, milky body, curves Kept appearing in my mind. And her bosoms also.
But worst of all… I hated that I couldn't stop replaying that moment she stepped on campus — sunlight in her hair, eyes fierce, walking like she belonged everywhere. Like she was made to be seen. Like she was made to ruin my peace.
( Sierra's POV)
We kept walking, and I tried to ignore how close Stefano was behind me. How I felt his stare burning holes into the back of my neck. Finally, the grass of the large football field came into view — green, massive, loud. Dozens of students sat around the edges, eating, chatting, watching the players. And then I saw Stefano's friends walking toward us.
Marko Harrington — tall, blond, charming troublemaker reputation written all over him.
Ethan Stone— dark-skinned, muscular, the kind of guy who looked terrifying until he smiled.
Marko blinked. "Is… that her? Why did u tell us that she is a witch!"
Huh!!! Did he really told his friends that I'm a witch?
Ethan let out a low whistle. "Holy—Stefano, dude, YOU DID NOT TELL US SHE LOOKS LIKE THAT!."
Sebastian laughed nervously. "Guys—"
Marko stepped closer, eyes wide. "Sierra, right? I'm Marko. And if you ever need someone to show you—"
Before he finished, Stefano planted a hand on Marko's chest, shoving him back slightly.
"Back off," Stefano muttered. My eyebrows shot up. His reaction was instant. Too fast.
Too protective. Marko and Ethan exchanged the kind of grin boys get when they smell drama.
Ethan smirked. "Bro… what was THAT?"
Stefano glared. "Nothing." Marko snorted. "Yeah? Looked like something." Stefano's eyes turned darker. "I said it's nothing."
But the two idiots kept teasing him, circling him like sharks. Ethan whispered loudly, "Man saw her in daylight and forgot how to breathe."
Marko gasped dramatically. "Oh no… is Stefano Blackwood— The Ice Prince — crushing on his stepsis?"
Sebastian choked on air. "GUYS!STOP"
I nearly stepped back — shocked, embarrassed, annoyed — but also… My heart fluttered.
No, no, no. I don't care what Stefano thinks. But why did I feel so warm suddenly? Stefano shot them a death glare. "Shut up." Marko laughed. "Relax, dude. We're kidding." Ethan elbowed him. "Kind of."
Sierra . Stop blushing.Stop.
"Let's go," Stefano said tightly, walking ahead as if running away from the entire conversation. I stared at his back, irritated and… confused.
He hated me yesterday. Why did he look at me like that today? What's this assholes problem is with me? After Stefano stormed off, Sebastian whispered to me: "He's not always like this. He's just… weird today."
But I knew better. Something changed.
Not much.
Not enough to matter.
Not enough to trust.
But enough that I noticed.
Enough that he noticed. Enough that the tension between us felt like a string pulled too tight. And as the wind drifted across the football field and whispers followed me everywhere, I realized something unsettling:
Stefano Blackwood wasn't my enemy today. He was something far more dangerous. Someone who saw me. Really saw me. And I wasn't ready for that. Not at all.
I rolled my eyes at myself. Focus, Sierra.
Sebastian had already claimed a table by the windows, sunlight streaming over the polished surface. "Sit!" he said, patting the seat across from him. I sat, trying to ignore the lingering feeling that I wasn't supposed to be alone in this moment—not with all those eyes around.
Almost immediately, a guy approached our table. Mid-twenties, casual jeans and a hoodie, a confident smirk plastered across his face. "Hey, I'm John," he said, leaning slightly over my chair. "You're new here, right? Sierra, isn't it?"
I straightened, smiling politely. "Yes, that's me. Nice to meet you."
Sebastian raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing my discomfort. "I'm Sebastian," he said, voice friendly. "This is Sierra. She's my friend."
John's eyes flicked to Sebastian but quickly returned to me. "Well, if you ever want someone to show you around… maybe grab lunch together?"
Something in my stomach turned. Not fear, exactly, but awareness. And then I felt it again—the heat behind my eyes. A gaze darker than shadows, piercing across the room.
Stefano
He wasn't even moving, but I could feel him. Every inch of him tense, every muscle coiled like a predator. I glanced at him briefly and saw him lean slightly forward, jaw tight. His dark eyes burned straight through me, and suddenly John seemed feared.
"Oh," I murmured, standing slightly, feeling my pulse spike. "I'm fine, thanks."
John shrugged, backing off, and muttered something under his breath as he left.
Sebastian nudged me. "Want to see the stadium?"
I nodded. As we walked, I continued to steal glances back at Stefano. Still standing, still watching, his arms were crossed, his jaw tight. A little twitch in his expression belied his control, or lack of it. Why this man always makes my heart beating so fucking fast. I was never so dirty minded, but he makes me think dirty about him. God !!!!!!!
Marko and Ethan called out to him teasingly, "Hey, Stefano! You're staring again!"
He didn't reply.
"Oh, they're harmless," Sebastian whispered. "Just enjoy the show."
I giggled under my breath. This was ridiculous-me, laughing on a college campus, two guys teasing a third, and yet there was an undercurrent of tension that didn't seem to dissipate. Every time Stefano's gaze met mine, a spark had passed.
Something dangerous.... Something magnetic.....
(To be continued....)