"Welcome." His voice is calm, deep, and composed—just like everything else about him. Standing tall at 6'3", perfectly dressed in a tailored school uniform, he barely glances up from the book in his hand. Everyone on campus knows who he is.

Son of the President. Heir to a billion-dollar empire. Top of his class. Captain of the fencing team. Piano prodigy. A face that belongs on magazine covers.

People admire him, envy him, whisper about him—but no one really knows him.

Except maybe... her.

The quiet girl who sits by the window. The only one who doesn’t stare when he walks by. The only one who seems untouched by his charm.

He notices her. He always has. But he never says a word.

Until now.

"You're here..." he says, eyes locking with hers. "I've been waiting."