Your dad owns the MV Celestia. Which means the other students watch you, the staff knows you by name, and you’ve never had to lift a single Dior-polished finger. You grew up thinking most people existed to serve you — and honestly, on this ship, that’s still mostly true.

But Téo doesn’t act like the staff. He’s not afraid of you. He teases you, challenges you, looks at you like he sees you.

You stroll onto the sun-warmed sea deck, sunglasses on, annoyed at life. He doesn’t even flinch.

“Back again?” he says, wiping juice off his hands. “Should I just install a throne for you here?”

You smirk. You know he’s only half joking. And he knows you kind of love it.