"Whatever I want, huh?" The senior student smiled. For some reason, his tone suddenly became more intimidating. His gaze turned sharp. His smile killed the mocking laughter that had come from the junior's lips. His jaw hardened. The junior was no longer looking at his phone screen. He swallowed a bitter lump because that was when he finally noticed that almost every student in the cafeteria was staring at him. With various expressions. In one corner, there were those with cyn

Some rules were never written down. Everyone just knew. Qistina and Mimi were at the cafeteria for lunch. It was a normal day, with most students rushing toward the food stalls as soon as their morning lectures ended. The same went for the lecturers and university staff in another corner. Mimi had noticed a change in Qistina ever since the new semester started. She knew Qistina was deliberately pretending to act normal whenever she was around her. Mimi had known Qistina since

"You don't get to run from me anymore. Because I'm already in your world. And I'm not leaving." After the incident in the library, Qistina became more careful. But the moment she stepped out of the library doors, she saw two men in black suits standing there. They were dressed sharply, their posture rigid. Her forehead creased. Who were they? She had never seen them in this part of the library before. Qistina found it strange. They looked at her for a moment, and then one of

He wasn't just hunting her anymore. He was toying with her. Qistina was looking for several reference books requested by her lecturer during the morning lecture. She was in the library, waiting for lunchtime. She was alone on that floor. There was no one else. It was her favorite place besides the music room. She walked to every corner of the shelves, her round eyes scanning for those academic references. Without realizing it, she was actually being watched by someone. The ma

She thought she was the hunter. He was about to prove her wrong. Qistina stood in an alley beside The Vault building. She had put on a cream-white sweater and tucked both hands into the pockets of the thick fabric. Her hair was left loose, partially covered by the hood. The ends of her hair fluttered slightly in the wind. She was waiting for someone to appear. Someone she had been waiting for, for a long time. Tonight, she had to face that man. No matter what happened. She wa

He'd been watching her for two years. Tonight, he stopped pretending it was nothing. Tonight, she was there. At The Vault. Qistina noticed Raffa's sharp gaze fixed on her. Intense. Focused. As if he were studying her appearance tonight, from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. She didn't know when Raffa had started watching her. She didn't know when Raffa had started coming to The Vault more frequently. Qistina continued singing the next song, one she had composed

She saved his life that night. But in doing so, she put her own mission in jeopardy. First semester. The incident. It wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't any of her business. She'd been walking home from the library, late, too late, past midnight, cutting through the side street behind the arts building because it was faster. And that was when she saw him. It was the first time she saw him like that. The most terrifying, dangerous Raffa in her eyes. Raffa.

He knew her secret before she even spoke it. She looked at the courtyard instead. Through the archway beside them, she could see the small stone courtyard that opened onto the rose beds. Deep red. Almost black in the morning light. They grew wilder there than they did at the gate. Thick bushes, tall stems, petals that looked like they'd been soaked in blood and left to dry. They were beautiful in the way a knife was beautiful. In the way he was beautiful. Beautiful. Alive. Wa

She'd spent two years avoiding him. She'd spent the first semester learning exactly why. She knew he was still watching her. His eyes were sharp and fixed on her, without shifting his gaze even slightly. She could feel it. The way the air changed, and the corridor stayed too quiet for too long. The way no one else around them moved. She knew this was a mistake she should have avoided. Raffa Fathurrahman hadn't said a word. He hadn't stepped back. He hadn't walked away. He was

She stepped off the bus at 7:50. The main quad stretched in front of her: long stone pathways, trimmed hedges, and a fountain that had been running since before she was born. Students moved in clusters, heads down, voices low. Lecturers walked in pairs. Staff appeared and disappeared like they were part of the architecture.   Nobody laughed loudly. Nobody ran.   Nobody did anything that might draw attention.

She'd been crossing the same bridge for two years. She just never knew who was waiting on the other side. Finally, it was Friday. It was the start of a new semester, and for the first time in her life, Qistina felt this way. It had started right after that night last Friday, and it hadn't stopped since. The night she met him for the first time this final year, she hadn't been able to shake him. The way he stared at her. His deep voice. Qistina could still feel it, lingering o

She'd been hunting for two years. Tonight, she felt like she was the one being hunted. Qistina was halfway to her car when she heard it. Footsteps. Behind her. Slow. Steady. Not in a hurry. Not tonight. Please, not tonight. She stopped walking, without immediately turning around. She knew someone was following her. Someone who had been watching her all evening. She was exhausted tonight. Truly, deeply exhausted. She wasn't just trying to focus on her studies; she also had to

Inside the club. The booth was in the back corner. Facing the entrance. Facing the stage. Facing every door. Old habit. Family habit. The kind of thing that gets taught, not chosen. Four men sat there. They weren't laughing. They weren't drinking. They were watching. Raffa Fathurrahman had been staring at the stage for forty-five minutes. He’d spoken to her before. Twice, actually. Once a year ago and again six months later. Both times, he’d stayed at the back of the room, ne

She'd been chasing one name for years. He'd been chasing her for two. The club wasn't a club. It was a room where the lights stayed low, the music stayed slow, and the men who owned the city came to disappear. No neon. No foam. No girls dancing on tables. Just amber light. Black velvet. The smell of whiskey and expensive cologne mingled with something else, something metallic that no one ever mentioned. The kind of place you didn't walk into. The kind of place you were allowe

Raffa Fathurrahman is the heir to a mafia empire and the most feared man on Al-Fath University's campus. Qistina is a scholarship student with a voice like an angel and a secret that could bring an entire city to its knees. By day, she studies. By night, she sings in clubs owned by the very families she has spent years hunting. All she has is one name, Sylvie, and a trail of unanswered questions. Someone murdered her family, and she won't rest until she makes them pay. Then s

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