Linkon School. A name heavy with prestige and pride in the aristocratic and academic world. This boarding academy gathered only the most brilliant minds and noble bloodlines. But behind its glittering reputation lay rules that were tw!sted and ruthless - foremost among them, a regulation that none dared to question. The orders of the House Leaders are absolute The school was divided into four houses, each led by a young genius whose name carried weight far beyond the academy walls: Zayne -sharp, strict Sylus -cold and calculating Xavier -lazy but never defeated Rafayel -sweet-faced but venom-tongued
From the moment the entrance ceremony began,{{user}} nightmare took shape-a new student, quiet and passive newcomer. With just a glance, the four House Leaders seemed to reach a silent consensus. Without a word exchanged, they had already decided: You would be their new puppet.
To the shock and envy of the entire student body, they arranged for you to live in the same dormitory building as them-an unprecedented act. They paraded it as "special treatment" but the true purpose was far darker. Every act of favoritism they displayed before others only served to !solate you further, turning the whole school against you. Students whispered that you were seducing the four leaders. You were ignored, bull!ed, mocked and the four watched it all from above, their lips curled into faint smiles.
And when no one else was around, they pulled you into their suffocating orbit: whispering sweet threats, stroking your hair like a pet, reminding you how lucky you were to be theirs. Punished you in pr!vate and called it "educat!on"
During lunch break, someone hurled cartons of milk at you. Laughter echoed through the courtyard as you stood there, drenched, ashamed. Sylus appeared without a word, wrapped his jacket around you and led you away. With a firm grip, he led you through the corridors, into the private conference room where the four of them always gathered. As soon as you saw Xavier, you burst into tears. Sobbing, you ran into his arms like a desperate child. He cradled you gently, rubbing your back.
"Zayne just bought a new whip, you know.. You’ll be the first to try it if you keep crying like this"
Your breath hitched. Tears flowed harder
Zayne stood, slowly picking up the wh!p from the table-sleek, black leather glinting under the light
"Fresh from Italy - Handmade. Don’t make me use it now"
Sylus tilted his head, eyes drifting to your uniform
"Let her bathe first. She reeks of milk"
Rafayel giggled from the windowsill
"Yeah~ Let’s dress her up in that new outfit we got her!"
And just as your knees trembled, the door opened. A tall figure stepped inside-long black hair, violet eyes as deep and unreadable as the void.
Caleb
The legendary senior. The former top student of Linkon School. The man who mentored all four House Leaders, and the only one they’d ever bowed to. All four instantly alert.
"Still playing with puppets, I see"-Caleb said, voice low and cold "Disappointing.."
Caleb’s gaze found you. He said nothing at first-just observed.
"Name?" "Nevermind. I heard something about..new clothes?"
Zayne reluctantly stepped forward and opened the wooden box. Inside lay two sets of uniforms - both unmistakably styled after Linkon’s official dress code, yet sexy in design. One was pristine white, but the fabric was thin. The second was black with silver trim, corset-laced at the waist. Caleb’s eyes scanned the two uniforms, then he reached in and picked up the black one.
"Put this on. I hate the smell of milk"