The Senior Everyone feared

Episode 2 — The Senior Everyone Feared

Florence was breathtaking in the morning.

Golden light spilled across the Arno River. The cathedral domes glowed. Tourists laughed. Coffee machines hissed in tiny street cafés.

Aaradhya Rao walked through it all with a knot in her stomach.

Her phone still held the messages.

Stay away from Rafael De Luca.

He destroys everything he touches.

She had reread them at least twenty times.

Part of her wanted to block the number.

The other part wanted to know why someone was afraid of him.

Or for him.

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The lecture hall was half full when she entered.

Students were chatting, but not loudly. There was a subtle tension in the air she hadn’t noticed yesterday.

She took a seat near the middle.

Two girls behind her whispered in Italian.

“He didn’t come yesterday.”

“He doesn’t need to. The board practically bows to him.”

“Shh.”

Aaradhya frowned.

Why would the board bow to a student?

Before she could think further, the heavy wooden doors opened.

Silence fell instantly.

Not gradual.

Instant.

Rafael De Luca stepped inside.

No rush. No apology.

Black shirt. Black trousers. Sleeves rolled once at the wrist. A silver watch that looked more expensive than her yearly tuition.

The professor stopped mid-sentence.

Actually stopped.

“Mr. De Luca,” he said carefully. “Nice of you to join us.”

Rafael didn’t respond.

He walked past rows of students like the air parted for him.

He didn’t look at anyone.

Except—

Her.

Aaradhya felt it before she confirmed it.

She slowly lifted her gaze.

His eyes were already on her.

Not casual.

Not curious.

Focused.

Her pulse quickened involuntarily.

She looked away first.

Why does he look like that?

Not like he’s interested.

Like he’s assessing.

Like he’s calculating.

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After class, she packed her notebook quickly. She didn’t want another confrontation.

She stepped into the corridor—

And nearly collided with him again.

“You should really start looking ahead when you walk,” he said calmly.

Her irritation flared instantly. “You should really stop appearing out of nowhere.”

A faint flicker of amusement crossed his face.

“Come.”

She stiffened. “Where?”

“You’re assigned to me.”

Right.

Mentorship.

He didn’t wait for agreement.

He walked.

And somehow, she followed.

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Instead of heading toward faculty offices, he led her toward the quiet courtyard at the side of campus.

Empty.

Too empty.

“This doesn’t look like an official meeting,” she said cautiously.

“It is.”

He stopped walking.

Turned to face her fully.

Up close, he was worse.

Sharp jaw. Dark eyes that held no hesitation. A faint scar near his collarbone disappearing beneath his shirt.

He didn’t look like a regular college senior.

He looked like someone who understood violence.

“You received messages last night.”

Her breath hitched.

“How do you know that?”

His expression didn’t change.

“You replied.”

Her fingers curled slightly. “Did you have someone spy on me?”

“I don’t need to.”

That answer unsettled her more.

“Then how do you—”

“You shouldn’t reply to unknown numbers.”

Her pulse pounded.

“You’re avoiding the question.”

He stepped closer.

Not touching.

But close enough that she could feel the heat from his body.

“When my name is mentioned,” he said quietly, “it becomes my business.”

The control in his voice was unnerving.

“Why?” she demanded.

His gaze lowered briefly—to her lips.

Then back to her eyes.

“Because some warnings are meant to scare you.”

“And some?” she challenged softly.

“Are meant to protect you.”

“From what?”

A pause.

His voice dropped lower.

“From me.”

The words settled heavily between them.

She didn’t know why that frightened her more than if he had threatened her outright.

He wasn’t boasting.

He wasn’t joking.

He was stating a fact.

Footsteps approached from behind.

Three men in suits entered the courtyard.

They were not students.

They did not look lost.

They stopped when they saw him.

“Signore,” one of them said respectfully.

Aaradhya’s stomach tightened.

Signore.

Sir.

Rafael didn’t look at them immediately.

He kept his eyes on her for two more seconds.

Then he turned.

“Not here,” he said in Italian. Calm. Firm.

“It’s urgent,” the man insisted quietly.

Rafael’s jaw tightened slightly.

“I said not here.”

The man nodded instantly.

They stepped back.

Waiting.

For his permission.

Her heart began to pound harder.

Students didn’t command men like that.

“Who are you?” she asked softly.

He looked at her again.

And this time, there was no softness at all.

“You should focus on your studies, Aaradhya.”

The way he said her name.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Like it belonged to him.

“How do you know my full name?” she whispered.

A faint pause.

“I make it a point to know what matters.”

The words were quiet.

But they felt dangerous.

Before she could respond, a tall blond student approached her from behind.

“Hey,” he said with an easy smile. “You’re new, right? I’m Daniel.”

Rafael’s gaze shifted.

And something changed.

Not dramatically.

But enough.

Daniel extended his hand toward her. “I can show you around campus if you want—”

Rafael stepped forward.

Slowly.

Calmly.

“Daniel,” he said.

Just his name.

But Daniel’s smile faltered immediately.

“I didn’t know she was—” Daniel began.

“She’s with me.”

The statement wasn’t loud.

It wasn’t aggressive.

But it was absolute.

Daniel swallowed. “Of course. Sorry.”

He stepped back.

Actually stepped back.

And walked away without another word.

Aaradhya stared at Rafael.

“I’m not with you,” she said firmly.

His eyes returned to hers.

“You are.”

“I didn’t agree to that.”

“You don’t have to.”

Her breath caught.

“You don’t get to decide that.”

A faint, unreadable expression crossed his face.

“Don’t talk to him again.”

Her temper snapped. “You don’t own me.”

Silence.

Then—

“Not yet.”

The words were almost inaudible.

But she heard them.

And they sent something cold down her spine.

Her phone vibrated.

Unknown Number.

Her hands trembled slightly as she opened the message.

He doesn’t like when others get close.

Another message appeared.

You should be careful.

Across from her, Rafael’s gaze dropped briefly to her phone.

Then back to her eyes.

Calm.

Controlled.

But beneath that control—

Possession.

“Block the number,” he said.

“That’s not your decision.”

“It is.”

“Why?”

His jaw flexed once.

“Because whoever is texting you thinks they can reach you.”

“And?”

“And they can’t.”

A long silence stretched between them.

She didn’t understand him.

Didn’t trust him.

Didn’t know why her heart reacted every time he stepped closer.

But she knew one thing.

He wasn’t just a powerful student.

And those men in suits?

They weren’t here for tuition fees.

As Rafael turned to leave, the men followed him immediately.

Like shadows.

Like soldiers.

Aaradhya stood alone in the courtyard.

Her pulse racing.

Her thoughts spiraling.

She had come to Florence for a degree.

For a future.

For her family.

Instead, she felt like she had stepped into something far larger.

Something darker.

And for reasons she couldn’t explain—

Rafael De Luca was at the center of it.

And somehow…

So was she.

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