He came back to Destroy my world

Chapter 2

Seraphina POV

The mirror never lied.

I turned slowly in front of it, letting my gaze trace every deliberate inch like a predator admiring her own reflection.

The navy pleated skirt was short enough to tease the edge of the dress code, brushing my thighs like a whispered invitation. My crisp white oxford shirt had three buttons undone, revealing just enough smooth skin to make hearts stutter. The silk tie hung loose and careless, as if rules were suggestions I allowed others to follow. Sheer black tights shimmered with a faint diamond pattern, catching the light with every shift of my legs. Blood-red Louboutin ankle boots added four inches of lethal grace, their sharp click promising both elegance and ruin.

My diamond tennis bracelet sparkled like ice on fire. Matching studs gleamed in my ears. My dark hair fell in perfect, glossy waves that begged fingers to tangle in them.

Flawless.

That was the art of it: look like you obeyed every rule… while reminding the world you were the one who wrote them.

I let my lips curve into a slow, knowing smile at my reflection. The kind of smile that could lure someone closer… or destroy them.

*Perfect.*

The grand staircase of the Voss estate spiraled downward like a dark dream, marble cool beneath my heels. Each step echoed with quiet authority as I descended.

The dining hall stretched vast and silent, crystal chandeliers dripping light onto gardens that cost more than most families would ever touch. Morning sun poured through floor-to-ceiling windows, gilding everything in gold.

Mrs. Dawn waited by the sideboard, posture rigid, hands folded like a well-trained doll.

My breakfast sat exactly as ordered: Greek yogurt drizzled with honey, fresh berries glistening like forbidden fruit, and a cup of steaming green tea.

“Your schedule has been sent to your phone, Miss Seraphina,” she said softly. “And… I wanted to wish you luck on your first day of senior year. Your mother would have been so proud of the young woman you’ve become.”

The word *mother* sliced through the air like a razor across silk.

No one spoke that name in this house. Not since the day she bled out giving birth to me.

I set the teacup down untouched, the porcelain clicking sharply.

“Mrs. Dawn,” I said, my voice low and velvet-wrapped ice, “my mother is dead. Mentioning her changes nothing. And your sentimental little comments are not part of your job description. You are staff. Remember your place.”

Pain flashed across the older woman’s face before she buried it behind perfect composure.

A tiny sting twisted in my chest.

I crushed it instantly.

Without another word, I turned and walked away, leaving the untouched breakfast behind like everything else that no longer served me.

Softness was a weakness I had bled out long ago.

The Aston Martin roared to life the moment I slid behind the wheel, engine purring like a lover beneath me. I revved it harder than necessary and sped out of the estate, the gates parting smoothly, obediently, the way everything in my life eventually did.

By the time I reached Westfield Academy, the senior parking lot gleamed with rows of luxury cars—sleek Mercedes, arrogant Range Rovers, and the occasional Tesla trying too hard to look modest.

I parked in my usual spot at the very front, claiming it like territory.

Tess’s white Range Rover pulled up beside mine moments later.

She looked like sin and regret had spent the night fighting over her. Huge sunglasses hid bloodshot eyes, her messy bun screamed last night’s chaos, and her skin was so pale her makeup was working overtime.

“Kill me,” she groaned, voice raspy as she clutched her head. “Just run me over right here. I won’t even sue.”

I slung my Hermès bag over my shoulder and raised one perfectly arched brow, letting my gaze drift over her with lazy amusement. “Rough night, darling?”

“Understatement. I woke up with my dress on backwards and one heel missing.” She winced. “Please tell me I didn’t do anything stupid with Liam.”

I started walking toward the main building, my red heels clicking a sharp, seductive rhythm. “You didn’t do anything with Liam.”

Tess exhaled in relief. “Oh, thank God—”

“You did it with Ethan… slowly, from what the videos suggest.”

She froze, then let out a horrified squeak. “You’re joking.”

“Wish I was.” My lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. “It’s already trending on the academy’s private i********:. Sixty-three posts and counting. Very… creative angles. You looked like you were enjoying yourself.”

Tess slapped a hand over her mouth. “I’m actually going to die. I hate myself.”

“You’ll survive,” I murmured, voice dropping into a silky purr. “You always do. Though I do love watching you squirm.”

The moment we stepped into view, the parking lot fell into a hush. Whispers rippled like electricity through the crowd. Heads turned. Eyes drank me in—hungry, envious, desperate.

I didn’t glance at any of them.

Let them stare. Let them ache.

Tess leaned closer, muttering, “They’re doing it again. The whole ‘Seraphina Voss is walking’ thing.”

“They always do,” I replied, voice smooth as warmed honey. “Pathetic, isn’t it? One look from me and their entire day becomes worship.”

Tess smirked despite her hangover. “You should wave. Do a little charity.”

I laughed—soft, controlled, dangerously sweet.

Then I did exactly that.

A single, slow wave. Regal. Teasing. *I see you. You’re nothing… but I’ll let you dream of me tonight.*

A cluster of freshmen actually gasped. One girl clutched her friend’s arm like she’d just seen a goddess descend.

We crossed the manicured lawn. Students parted for us like the sea before something both beautiful and deadly.

The September sun kissed my skin, warm and golden. The air smelled of fresh-cut grass, expensive perfume, and new beginnings.

Senior year.

My final year to reign.

Strong arms suddenly wrapped around me from behind, pulling me back against a hard, sculpted chest. I tensed for half a second—until the rich, dark scent of Tom Ford Noir wrapped around me like smoke.

Roman.

“There’s my queen,” he murmured against my ear, voice deep and possessive. His lips brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, slow and deliberate, sending a shiver racing down my spine that I allowed him to feel.

I turned in his arms, pressing my body lightly against his, and looked up at him with the exact smile he craved—cool, confident, and dripping with invitation. “Good morning, Roman,” I purred, letting my fingers trail slowly down his chest. “Miss me already?”

He kissed me without hesitation. Slow. Deep. Claiming. His hand gripped my waist possessively, fingers pressing just hard enough to mark territory in front of the entire school.

Phones clicked. Whispers exploded into a frenzy.

When he finally pulled back, his dark eyes burned into mine, hungry. “You look dangerous today. I like it.”

Being watched always made me feel electric. Alive. Like the world narrowed into perfect, sharp focus only when every eye was fixed on me.

He offered his arm. “Shall we?”

I wrinkled my nose, letting my fingers linger on his chest a moment longer, tracing lazy circles. “Assembly is going to be torture. Same boring speeches. We should just skip… find somewhere quiet where you can remind me why I keep you around.”

“Can’t,” he said, already steering me toward the grand entrance, his arm snug and possessive around my waist. “Word is the top student has to give a speech this year. That’s you, baby.”

I sighed dramatically but let him guide me, leaning into his touch just enough to tease. “Fine. But you owe me for sitting through that nonsense. And I expect payment in full… later.”

Roman smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to my temple. “I always pay my debts.”

Behind us, Tess made loud gagging noises. “Get a room, you two. Some of us are still recovering from last night.”

Roman chuckled. “Jealous, Tess?”

“Of watching you swallow Roman’s face every morning? Hard pass.”

I laughed again, the sound light, effortless, and laced with velvet promise. “Poor Tess. Don’t worry… maybe one day someone will kiss you like they actually mean it.”

We climbed the wide stone steps together, the entire student body watching, wanting, fearing.

This was my kingdom.

For one last year, Westfield Academy belonged to me.

And I intended to make it unforgettable.