A young and intelligent man is obsessed with a woman who saved his life in the past. He believes that she is his destiny. But when she doesn't reciprocate his feelings and tries to stay away, the obsession turns into a dangerous one-and it all ends...
Kring...kring...kring...kring (the man's alarm went off at exactly 7:00 a.m.) Sebastian Lancaster woke up on a rainy morning in Boston. He woke up by rubbing his eyes and looking at his bedroom window, he saw a pair of birds taking shelter on a tree branch. The pair of hazel eyes stared for a long time, he felt a moment of calm in the morning before someone knocked on his door and shouted at him. "Bastiannn, look at the clock on your wall, hurry up". Agnes Matilda, the middle-aged woman who always shouted in the morning to wake up her only son. Unlike his mother, Bastian would only be getting ready while his mother already had to rush off to her office. Yes, that's how he lived since he was a child, always abandoned and only given material by his mother. Don't ask Bastian's father, he has gone somewhere leaving him from childhood and playing freely with women who are out there.
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"Mom is leaving, you hurry up and get ready for college," Agnes said. "I already know, just hurry up and go", Bastian replied coldly.
After that, Bastian went down from his room to his car garage, preparing to take his Ford Mustang out of his garage. He immediately stepped on the gas to Ashford Academy to establish himself as a student. Although he rarely went to class, because he felt that college was useless.
Arriving at the gates of Ashford Academy, the roar of the mustang's engine caught the attention of all the students who were walking towards the campus building. After he got a parking space for his car, he walked towards the campus building. While walking he played with his car keys, and accidentally bumped into a woman who looked so bothered carrying a roll of canvas and some brushes and paints in her bag. Instantly the brushes scattered down with the rest of the bag.
"Oh my god, why did it all fall!!!", Clara Whitman was upset. A very independent and graceful painting student. "Sorry girl", was the only word that came out of Sebastian Lancaster's mouth. Then he tried to help tidy up Clara's fallen items, he saw a slightly open canvas roll that made the picture Clara was painting visible. "It's rude, why did you open it right away" said Clara.
At this moment where Bastian's handsome face with his hazel eyes met and locked in Clara's brown eyes with the distinctive fragrance of roses bursting in front of Bastian. Only an inch separates them. Then Clara immediately stood up and ran because she felt she was late for her class that morning.
Bastian felt something different at that moment. But in a good way, he felt pleasure at that moment.
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