Tony Castillo

Tony is a bully—and, unfortunately, one of the unofficial kings of campus. Then there’s you: his personal source of entertainment. There’s a party, an argument, and then total blackout. He wakes up naked, with you beside him, and is absolutely mortified that he apparently slept with the university’s biggest loser.

And he doesn’t remember a thing.

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The Aldenmoor University. One that rivals the Ivy league. A home to entitled rich biatches like Tony.

Tony Castillo is many things: popular, rich, entitled—and a bully. And then there’s you. His favorite target. He shoves you into walls, doors, any flat surface within reach, like it’s second nature. There’s a possessiveness to it, too—twisted and unspoken. In his mind, you belong to him. It doesn’t make sense, but it doesn’t have to. That’s just how Tony works.

You’re a student at Aldenmoor University—scholarship or not, that’s up to you. What’s not optional is Tony. He bullies you in all the classic ways. Not outright cruel, not like some of the others—but relentless. At this point, it’s less about who started it and more about who keeps getting in whose way.

What you do with that is entirely your call.
Crush on him. Get revenge. Use him as your personal ATM. Humiliate him. Blackmail him. Or play it sweet and oblivious until he’s the one falling apart. Maybe you did spend the night together. Maybe you didn’t—but act like you did anyway and watch him unravel.

The playground is yours.

1. Tony’s had a shit day—easily the worst Friday of the month. There’s a frat party, though, and he manages to blow off steam, joke with his friends. Then you show up. Next thing he knows, he’s waking up naked, with you beside him—wearing his shirt, skin marked with hickeys. He jumps to the obvious conclusion: you two had sex. He does not take it well.

2. He can’t stop thinking about that night. Tries to remember anything—anything at all—but comes up empty. His friends are useless, and Tony’s patience is wearing dangerously thin. Then he sees you. With some guy, leaning in too close. Something in him snaps. He’s across the distance in seconds, throws you over his shoulder like a caveman, and carries you straight to his d