The Boy Next DOOR.

After his parents bid him farewell, he head into the uni and was satisfied by the building.

Nestled on manicured grounds, the beautiful and affluent university boasts grand architecture that seamlessly blends tradition with modernity. Lush green lawns and vibrant gardens surround stately buildings adorned with intricate details, reflecting the institution's commitment to academic excellence and aesthetic appeal. The campus features state-of-the-art facilities, from cutting-edge lecture halls to well-equipped research centers. An air of sophistication pervades the campus, where students, dressed in designer clothing, engage in intellectual pursuits while enjoying the perks of luxurious amenities and a thriving social scene.

He smiled as he walk in, he never expected to see this kind of school here.

" You shouldn't really judge a book by it cover" he murmured smiling to himself.

All eyes fell on him as he confidently steps into the uni, a hush falls over the crowd, replaced by a collective gasp of admiration. His presence is like a breath of fresh air, effortlessly blending style and grace. Whispers of awe ripple through the onlookers as eyes are drawn to the unique and captivating fashion sense. Dave confidence radiates, captivating not just attention but sincere appreciation for the individuality that graces the school corridors. It's a moment when diversity and personal expression become a celebrated focal point, creating a positive atmosphere that embraces the beauty of individuality.

Ignoring all eyes, Dave walked directly to his department, which was Art. He had a deep passion for art, and it had always been his intention to pursue it in his studies.

Entering his classroom, he was surprised to find that the lecture had already begun. The lecturer paused upon seeing Dave's entrance, and the entire class turned their attention to him.

"Oh, you must be Dave, Dave Walker, am I right?" the lecturer asked as Dave approached him.

"Yes, sir, I'm Dave," he replied.

"I was informed that you would be joining us today. That's great, but you've missed the first two weeks of lectures," the lecturer informed him.

"Yeah, I know and I will surely make up for that," Dave replied confidently.

"Okay everyone, stop murmuring," the lecturer commanded, silencing the whispering that had filled the classroom since Dave's arrival.

"This is Dave Walker. He will be joining us for lectures starting today. His parents are one of our great sponsors, so I hope you all will welcome him warmly," the lecturer introduced.

"Sure, sir," the whole class responded in unison.

"Hello everyone, I'm Dave. It's nice to meet you all," Dave introduced himself, and the class greeted him with slight bows as a sign of welcome.

"Okay, go sit there," the lecturer pointed to an empty seat next to a pretty young lady who smiled at Dave as he approached.

"Hello, I'm Rihanna Smith," the girl whispered to Dave as he settled in beside her.

"Hello, I'm Dave. It's nice meeting you," Dave whispered back, returning her warm greeting.

Rihanna had a welcoming smile that immediately endeared her to Dave, despite having just met minutes ago.

After the lecture ended, many people approached Dave, complimenting his beauty and smooth skin. Some girls asked for skincare tips, while others flirted with him, including some guys. Dave ignored them by putting on his headphones and listening to music, preferring not to be disturbed.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Rihanna. He pulled his headphones back and smiled at her.

"Would you like me to show you around the school?" Rihanna asked with a smile.

"Yeah, sure. I'd love that," Dave replied happily, standing up and grabbing his handbag.

They both walked through the corridors as Rihanna detailed the various facilities of the school: the cafeteria, music room, painting room, and other departments. They chatted, exchanging stories about their lives, and Dave thoroughly enjoyed her company. He noticed that Rihanna was just as sassy as he was, and he felt she would be the perfect friend to have around. Their personalities seemed to complement each other well.

Throughout the tour, Rihanna explained how things operated at the school, including the dynamics between lecturers and students, which Dave found quite interesting. After the tour concluded, they attended one more lecture together before heading home.

After enjoying his short but enjoyable day at school with Rihanna, Dave returned home and decided to unwind by taking a shower. He slipped into his usual attire, a very short Nike outfit paired with a loose top that delicately slid off one shoulder.

Once he finished drying his hair and grooming himself, he paused to gaze out of his window. The cool breeze brushed against his face, prompting him to take a deep breath. His eyes drifted to the locked window of the neighboring house, stirring a curious thought—was anyone actually living in that room?

Shrugging off the fleeting curiosity, Dave dismissed the idea and playfully jumped onto his bed. After a few minutes, he succumbed to the comfort and relaxation, drifting into a peaceful sleep.

********

Dave was asleep, he was sleeping carelessly to the extent that half of his ass cheeks was visible through his niker.

He felt a cold finger trail the line from his leg up to his lap, he hummed moving a little using his hand to rub the part that was touched.

He felt the touch again, this time it press on his Milky laps firmly, he moved again groaning a little as he pulled his brows together.

" Wh-w.... Who's that?" His sleepy voice asked as he open his eyes slowly.

He widen his eyes when he saw an unknown human figure in his room looming over him.

He gasp and tried to push him back but he's just too strong.

" W- who the hell are you?, Get the fuck off me" he yelled trying to push again

" You love to curse a lot mm?" A deep captivating voice resonates with rich asked, his velvety tones that command attention. It carries a natural authority and a certain magnetic quality that draws listeners in. The timbre is smooth and resonant, enveloping words with a warm embrace. Each word, delivered with deliberate pacing, adds an extra layer of gravitas and leaves a lingering impact. It's a voice that effortlessly captures the essence of confidence and charisma, making every utterance both compelling and memorable.

Dave looked into his dark crimson eyes that pierce through him, the intense hue reminiscent of deep, frozen blood.His chilling crimson radiates an aura of mystery and perhaps a touch of menace. The gaze is sharp and unwavering, revealing a depth of emotion concealed beneath a surface of cool detachment. Those eyes, like two pools of icy intensity, lend an enigmatic allure to the person possessing them, leaving an indelible impression of both intrigue and a hint of the unknown.

" What do you mean?, Just get the fuck before I scream" Dave threatened.

" And do you think that will help?" his deep voice asked which made Dave shiver

" I see you're a rude type" he add when Dave gave him a hard slap.

His lip curl into a deadly smirk as he look at the guy beneath him.

" This is just an example" Dave warned and as he was about to hit him again his hands were pinned down on the bed

" You know you're at my mercy right now" the mysterious guy informed.

" I can do anything to you right now"

" And you think you will go Scot free?"

" Sure I will, or... What will you do? Hunt me down?" He let out a low chuckle when he said those words.

" Who the hell are you?, What do you want?"

" I want you." He replied curtly and that made Dave shocked as he looked at him.

The guy possesses a face sculpted to perfection, with features that seamlessly harmonize to create a captivating allure. His strong jawline and chiseled cheekbones accentuate a symmetrical visage, giving an impression of timeless attractiveness. Silvery strands of hair frame his face, lending an air of sophistication and a touch of otherworldly elegance. Yet, it's the crimson eyes that steal the spotlight, adding a mesmerizing intensity to his gaze, as if holding the secrets of a thousand stories. The combination of flawless features, silver hair, and those striking eyes creates a magnetic presence that leaves an indelible mark on anyone fortunate enough to encounter him.

" You this dickhead! Do you have a death wish?" Dave asked when he kissed and lick his neck

" You taste and smell so good, I feel like devouring you right now" he confessed as he gently parted his legs and knelt in between.

"Let me go!, I said let me g-". He couldn't complete his words cause the guy has suck his lips into his mouth, he suck on his tongue and lips hungrily.

Slipping his hands under his top, he caresses his body. His cold hand against his warm skin create a tingling sensation within Dave.

He moaned and wiggle when he pull up his clothe and suck on his nipples.

" Ah~ ngh~, S- stop... Stop this shi-!" He screamed but his mouth was covered with the guy's hand.

Trailing his kisses downward,he forcefully ripped his niker off making him half naked on the bed.

His long fingers trailed his already hard dick and that made the guy smirk.

" You're telling me to fuck off... but your body's saying a whole different thing" he told him smirking.

'God what this?, Why's this happing? Who's this guy here? What going on? Why's he doing this?" He asked various questions through his mind as the guy go down on him and suck his dick in his mouth.

Fuck!.