Sebastian's POV
The call came in at 10:03 a.m.
From Kai.
Three words: She. Tripped. Again.
Three more: Guy helped. Professor.
He knew what that meant. He knew me.
By 10:10, I was at the university.
And by 10:20, I was walking through the halls of the law building like I'd built them myself.
I didn't knock.
I didn't wait.
I opened the door to Lecture Hall C2, all mahogany desks and stiff collars and whispering students, and walked in like I was the bloody syllabus.
Silence.
A few phones came up. Whispers turned into murmurs. Murmurs turned into stunned gasps.
"Is that—"
"Oh my god, is he her boyfriend?"
"He looks like a model."
"Is he royalty?"
"Forget royalty. That's mafia money."
"Did you see his jawline?"
"Is he here to fight the professor?!"
"She's so lucky I want to cry."
"She's dead if she doesn't marry him."
I found her in the second row.
Small. Frozen. Clutching her notes like they were a shield.
Big brown eyes went wide the second they saw me.
She opened her mouth.
I raised a brow.
She closed it.
Smart girl.
I walked straight to her desk, ignoring the stunned professor—I believe the name was Rutherford, as if I cared—and sat beside her like this was my damn lecture.
Then I draped my arm over her shoulders.
She went rigid.
But I didn't care.
I leaned in, just enough for only her to hear. "You tripped into a professor?"
She squeaked, "I didn't mean—"
"Do I need to buy this building too?"
"Seb—"
I squeezed her shoulder gently. "Relax. I'm just here for the lecture."
The whispers got louder.
Phones were recording now.
I glanced at the professor. "Please. Do go on. Don't mind me."
He blinked. "Right. Um—where were we?"
I settled back in my seat, one hand casually on her shoulder, the other resting on my thigh, legs stretched out like I had nowhere else to be.
But I did.
Right here.
Next to her.
Where she belonged.
And they needed to see it.
Every. Single. One of them.