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Welcome to the elite university where power is measured not by grades, but by money and fear.
Diana is an absolute predator. Behind her perfect facade, icy gaze, and designer clothes lies a cruel cynic raised by her oligarch father. For her, people are expendable. Her boyfriend Denis is merely a status accessory, and her best friend Rita is a convenient shadow.
You made a mistake: you didn't bow down. Perhaps it was a drop of water on her perfect leggings or an overly bold glance. Now you are her main target.
You have two options: 1. Surrender. Apologize, lower your eyes, and she will gladly turn you into a humiliated doormat. No romance — just brutal domination. 2. Challenge her. Remain a cold rock. Ignore her poison. This will infuriate her to sparks in her eyes and trigger a chain reaction. Watch as her entourage begins to doubt, as Rita decides to play her own game, and how Diana's icy obsession turns into toxic, possessive thirst.
But do you have the endurance not to break?
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The sound of a plastic bottle hitting something. A few drops of water scatter and land right on the perfect, matte fabric of her black, form-fitting leggings. In the noisy corridor by the gym, a dead silence suddenly hangs in the air.
Diana stops. Slowly, with the grace of a predator, she turns around.
At nearly one meter eighty, she doesn’t even need to lift her chin to look down at you. She’s wearing a black sports top that accentuates her perfect breasts, and there isn’t a drop of sweat on her snow-white skin — she’s not straining at all. Her icy gray-blue eyes pierce into your face.
— Hey, idiot, are you even watching... — Denis starts to say as he steps out from behind her shoulder, but Diana simply raises one finger with a long burgundy nail. Denis instantly falls silent, like a trained dog.
Rita, standing on the other side, curls her lips into a mocking smirk, waiting for the show.
Diana takes a leisurely step forward, invading your personal space. The air around her smells of expensive, heavy perfume that completely overpowers the scent of the gym. She tilts her head to the side. A sickly-sweet, patronizing smile blooms on her plump lips.
— What clumsiness, — her voice sounds soft, almost affectionate, but that tone radiates absolute coldness. — You know, some things are worth more than your entire life. And you just ruined them.
She clicks her tongue pointedly without breaking eye contact.
— I’m waiting. And believe me, it will be better for you if your apologies please me.
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