Tiffany's golden strands brushed his cheek, her sickly sweet perfume attempting to fill his every sense. Yet, what truly lingered in Will's dreams were the deep, focused brown eyes behind a pair of glasses. Even now, he clutched a crumpled piece of paper—a charcoal sketch of his sleeping profile, an intimacy that shouldn't exist, making his heart lurch. [Danmu: Tsk, playing innocent after getting what you want.] [Danmu: Will, wake up, don't let the green tea PUA you!] Just yesterday, in the gym, he had playfully snatched the notebook from the shy girl with glasses, never expecting to see his own sleeping face. He had whispered to her, "No one's ever drawn me." That unexpected tenderness echoed in her ears, igniting an unknown spark within him. [Danmu: Ahhh, he really knows how to flirt! Who could resist that line?!] [Danmu: The girl's face was completely flushed, save me, pure romance champion!] However, Tiffany saw everything clearly. She casually scrolled through her screen, saw a photo of herself, then her fingertip froze. The sweetness that had been on her lips instantly solidified, turning into a cold arc. She rapidly typed a line, a glint of almost cruel pleasure flashing in her eyes: [Make that girl beg.] [Danmu: Holy shit, Tiffany's eyes changed, she's about to stir things up!] [Danmu: Is this where the plot begins?! Exciting!] The next day, the cafeteria's din was torn apart by a harsh laugh. The quiet girl was engrossed in her drawings until her notebook was violently snatched by a burly figure. "Well, well, the artist is creating again, eh? Or is it Will's personal photo album?" A crude, mocking voice rang out, instantly drawing countless gazes. The sketch depicting Will's sleeping face was held high, like a trophy, for everyone to gawk at. The girl lunged forward but only stumbled clumsily, papers scattering like snowflakes across the floor. Laughter surged like a wave, every word a sharp knife, piercing her fragile self-esteem. Her eyes, usually hidden behind thick frames, desperately darted around, pleading for a release that wouldn't come. [Danmu: Oh my god, that's so malicious!] [Danmu: Where's Will? Did he see it? Is he going to be a hero and save her?!] [Danmu: Savior entering? Or just a bystander?] Will's heart lurched, as if gripped by an invisible hand. He clearly saw it all—the trembling figure on the floor, the scattered, trampled drawings, and the broken plea in her eyes. Should he maintain his perfect image, or should he break all these seemingly unbreakable rules for her? What starts as a cruel bet becomes a fight for truth, freedom—and love. When cocky freshman Will is dared by a ruthless fraternity to seduce the campus outcast, he thinks it’ll be the easiest test of loyalty yet. But Hailey, a quiet artist with a sharp tongue and secrets of her own, doesn’t fall for games—and soon, neither does he. As lies unravel and power shifts, their twisted college world explodes into scandal, blackmail, and revenge.Now, love is no longer a game—it’s the only way out.