STOLEN SEAT STOLEN HEART 🔥❤️

Maya's pov The lecture hall was already filling up when I pushed the door open. Great. Just what I needed on my first day. Rows of students were already seated, talking loudly, laughing, catching up after the break. The noise bounced off the high walls of the room, making everything feel chaotic. I paused at the entrance, gripping my notebook a little tighter. Rule number one, Maya Bennett: don’t attract attention. That rule had kept my life simple for years. Scholarship students like me didn’t get the luxury of making enemies or causing scenes I was here for one reason only—graduate, get a good job, and make sure my family never had to worry about money again. No drama. No trouble. Just survive university quietly. Simple. Except right now, the room was almost full. My eyes scanned the rows, searching for an empty seat. Most of them were taken by groups of friends sitting together, their bags already claiming the chairs beside them. Then I saw it. One empty seat. Right in the middle row. Perfect. I walked toward it without thinking too much about it. The guy sitting beside the empty chair looked relaxed, leaning back slightly with one arm resting on the desk. Dark hair, sharp jawline, expression calm—almost bored. He didn’t look like he cared who sat next to him. Good. That meant no awkward conversations. I slid into the seat, placing my notebook on the desk and finally letting out a quiet breath. Made it. But something felt… off. The chatter around me had changed. Not stopped completely—but lowered. Whispers. I frowned slightly, glancing around. Several students were staring. At me. Why? A strange feeling crept up my spine. Slowly, I turned my head. The guy beside me was staring at me. Not casually. Not curiously. His gaze was sharp and steady, like he was trying to figure out something important. “Did I say you could sit there?” His voice was calm. Too calm. For a moment, I thought I heard him wrong.. “Sorry?” His eyes didn’t leave mine. “That seat,” he said slowly, tapping the desk once with his finger, “is mine.” I blinked. Mine? Last time I checked, this was a university classroom—not a private office. I glanced down at the chair, then back at him. “I didn’t see your name on it.” A sharp intake of breath came from somewhere behind us. Someone whispered, “She’s done for. Done for? What were they talking about? The guy beside me tilted his head slightly, studying me with a new kind of interest. “You’re new.” It wasn’t a question. “Yes.” “I can tell.” I crossed my arms slightly, irritation rising. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” The corner of his mouth lifted—not quite a smile. “Everyone here knows this seat belongs to me.” I looked around the room again. Students were watching openly now. Waiting. Like they expected something dramatic to happen. Seriously? All this over a seat? “Well,” I said calmly, opening my notebook, “now I’m sitting in it.” For a second, the silence in the room thickened. “Stand up.” The words were quiet. But they sounded like an order. My patience snapped. I had run half the campus this morning just to make it to this class on time. I wasn’t about to play some strange power game with a guy who thought he owned furniture. “I’m comfortable here,” I said simply. His eyes narrowed slightly. Most people might have missed it. I didn’t. Interesting. He leaned forward a little, his presence suddenly more intense. “Do you know who I am?” “No.” The answer came instantly. And it was the truth. Another small reaction rippled through the students around us. The guy leaned back again, studying me like I was something unexpected. Then he laughed. It wasn’t loud. Just one quiet, amused breath. “Good.” I frowned. Good? “Because if you did,” he continued, “you probably wouldn’t have taken my seat.” I shrugged lightly. “And if I had known,” I replied, meeting his gaze directly, “I probably still would have.” For a brief moment, something flashed in his eyes. Not anger. Something sharper. Something… intrigued. Before he could say anything else, the professor walked into the room and placed a stack of books on the desk.. “Alright everyone, settle down.” Students quickly turned forward. The lecture began. But I could still feel the guy beside me watching. It was distracting. After a few minutes, he spoke again—quiet enough that only I could hear. “You should move.” I didn’t even look at him. “No.” A pause. Then another quiet chuckle. “You’re bold.” “I’m just sitting.” More silence. Then he leaned closer, his voice lowering slightly. “From the moment you sat there,” he said, “you stepped into my space.” A strange chill ran down my spine. “And I don’t share.” I finally turned to face him again. His eyes held mine steadily. “Then maybe,” I said calmly, “you should learn.” For the first time, his expression changed completely. Not annoyed. Not amused. Interested. “Adrian.” I blinked. “What?” “My name,” he said. Adrian leaned back in his chair again, folding his arms as his gaze remained fixed on me. “Adrian Cole.” A few students nearby shifted nervously. The name clearly meant something. To them. Not to me. I picked up my pen again. “Nice to meet you,” I said flatly. His lips curved slightly. “You won’t think for that long