Mia stared at the ceiling of her childhood bedroom until the first gray light of dawn crept through the heavy curtains. Sleep had been impossible. Every time she closed her eyes, the grainy photo burned behind her eyelids — her body arched against the library shelves, Adrian’s powerful frame dominating her, his hand wrapped possessively around her throat in the heat of passion. The caption “cumslut” mocked her in Lucas’s crude handwriting. One wrong move and everything would explode.
She had lied so convincingly to her parents the night before. They had bought it — or at least pretended to — and her father had already started making calls to the Dean’s office, leveraging his donor status to frame the entire situation as a harassment case by a jealous ex. But Mia knew the truth was far mor
