⭐SEBASTIAN VESCOVI

Living in a bustling apartment complex near campus, I never expected life to be as intriguing as it had become since Sebastian Vescovi moved in across the hall. Rumor had it that he was the son of a wealthy businessman, the kind who owned islands and private jets. But Sebastian didn’t flaunt his wealth with tailored suits or extravagant cars. Instead, he exuded a devil-may-care attitude, with leather jackets, a motorcycle that roared like thunder, and a smirk that could disarm anyone—except me, of course. He was the quintessential bad boy, the kind you’d expect to see in movies or romance novels. Skipping lectures, throwing wild parties, and somehow still managing to ace his exams, Sebastian was the talk of the university. Girls adored him, professors grudgingly admired his intellect, and guys either envied or idolized him.