Chapter 2 Eyes That Follows

Aria Bennett noticed the stare before she saw the man.

It wasn't the casual glance people gave when they were curious.

It was steady. Focused. Persistent.

She felt it on the back of her neck as she walked across campus the next morning, her steps measured, her shoulders relaxed. Westbridge University was already alive-students laughing, expensive cars pulling up, heels clicking against marble floors,heavy makeovers on girls, designer fits on boys. Everyone glittering.

And yet, that feeling didn't fade.

She turned slightly.

Leonardo Moretti stood a few feet away, leaning casually against a pillar, phone in one hand, eyes locked directly on her.

Not smiling.

Not flirting.

Just watching.

Aria's expression didn't change.

She looked away and kept walking like she didn't even notice him.

Leo blinked once.

"What!!"

That... didn't just happen.

Girls usually reacted in one of three ways when they noticed him:

They smiled.

They pretended not to notice while clearly noticing.

Or they rushed to fix their hair.

Aria did none of that.

None of it.

She didn't even hesitate.

She didn't care.

"Interesting," he muttered under his breath.

-

Vanessa Hartwell looped her arm around his waist a second later.

"Leo," she said sweetly, pressing close. "Are you coming to the café with me or what?"

He glanced down at her, then back in the direction Aria had disappeared.

"In a minute."

Vanessa followed his gaze.

Her smile stiffened.

The girl.

The scholarship girl.

The one who answered the professor's question yesterday and didn't even look proud about it.

Vanessa's fingers tightened on Leo's arm.

"Who's that?" she asked lightly.

Leo didn't answer immediately.

"I don't know," he said finally.

And for some reason, that annoyed him.

-

Aria took her seat in class, placing her notebook neatly on the desk. She preferred sitting alone-not because she hated people, but because she liked to observe first.

People revealed themselves when they thought no one was watching.

From the corner of her eye, she noticed movement.

Leo took a seat two rows behind her.

That had never happened before.

He always sat in the back with Vanessa or his friends.

Today, he was alone.

Aria ignored it.

Vanessa was furious.

The lecturer began teaching.

Ten minutes in, a complex question was thrown at the class.

Silence.

Again.

Aria raised her hand calmly.

Again.

She answered.

Again.

This time, murmurs followed.

"She's smart." "Is she showing off?" "Scholarship kids always do that,they always put on a show about their brilliance,they always show pride."

Leo leaned back in his chair, eyes never leaving her.

She spoke with confidence, but not arrogance. She didn't glance around for approval. She sat down quietly once she was done.

Vanessa noticed.

And Vanessa did not like competition-especially the kind that didn't ask to compete.

This would get messy, she knew.

-

After class, Leo stood up immediately.

"Leo!" Vanessa called. "Wait! Wait!!!"

He didn't.

He followed Aria out of the hall.

She walked fast but steady, weaving through students, backpack resting lightly on her shoulders.

"Aria."

She stopped.

Turned.

Looked at him directly for the first time.

And for half a second, Leo forgot how to breathe.

She was beautiful-but not in the polished, overly done way he was used to. There was something natural about her. Something grounded.

"Yes?" she said, her voice calm.

"You're Aria Bennett, right?"

She nodded. "Yes."

"I'm Leo."

"I know."

That surprised him.

"You do?"

"You're hard to miss," she said honestly. "Is there something you need?"

Straight to the point.

No flirting.

No awe.

No nerves.

"I noticed you in class," he said.

"I'm sure you notice a lot of people."

Ouch.

He smiled despite himself.

"You're very smart."

"Thank you."

Silence stretched.

Then she shifted her bag higher on her shoulder.

"If that's all, I need to go."

And she walked away.

Just like that.

Leo stood there, staring after her.

Surprised.

He didn't chase.

But something inside him had already latched on.

-

Aria's home was quiet when she arrived.

Too quiet.

Her mother lay on the couch, eyes closed, breathing shallow. The television murmured in the background.

"Mum?" Aria dropped her bag immediately.

Her mother smiled weakly. "You're home early."

"You didn't go to work?"

Her mother shook her head. "Didn't feel well."

"I called in sick." she said

Aria went to the kitchen, checked the cupboards.

Rice.

A little oil.

No meat.

She sighed inwardly.

Noah burst out of the bedroom.

"ARI!" He jumped on her, hugging her waist.

She laughed softly. "Hey, champ. Homework?"

"Finished!"

"Good boy"

She ruffled his hair.

That night, she cooked simple food, helped Noah revise, and later sat beside her mother, massaging her hand gently.

"School going well?" her mother asked.

"Yes mom," Aria lied easily.

She didn't mention Leo.

She didn't mention the way his eyes followed her.

She didn't mention how different he felt from the rest.

She didn't have to.

But,

Different was dangerous.

Very dangerous.

And he is dangerous.

-

Across the city, Leo sat in his private apartment, staring at his laptop.

"Run it again," he said into his phone.

His assistant hesitated. "Sir... are you sure? She's just a student."

"I said run it. Again"

Minutes later, the information popped up.

ARIA BENNETT

Age: 20

Scholarship student

Department: Economics

Background: Low income

Family: Mother (ill), younger brother

Father: Deceased

Leo leaned back slowly.

Poor.

That explained the clothes.

The bag.

The distance.

The guarded calm.

But it didn't explain why she refused him so easily.

Now confused.

He closed the laptop.

Vanessa called.

He ignored it.

He never ignores her call.

For the first time in a long time, his attention wasn't divided.

It was fixed.

And Aria Bennett had no idea that her quiet refusal had just caught the attention of the most dangerous man on campus.