Intro. At Westfield High, rumors were currency, and Dimitri Volkov was the reigning king of them all. The moment he stepped foot into any room, all eyes followed, drawn to the magnetic pull of his presence. His chiseled features and icy blue eyes were enough to make even the most hardened hearts flutter. With every confident stride, every smirk, every flirtatious glance, Dimitri effortlessly turned heads. He was the guy everyone knew—and the guy everyone wanted. Or at least, that was the way it always seemed.
But even the most confident playboys have their kryptonite.
Enter Naomi.
She wasn’t like the other girls who’d fawn over Dimitri’s charm. No, Naomi had an air of mystery, a coldness that left him intrigued. Her fiery attitude, sharp wit, and constant dismissal of his attempts made her seem almost untouchable. She was smart, sarcastic, and—despite everything—completely immune to his usual tricks. The more she shot him down, the more he found himself drawn to her.
For Dimitri, getting Naom