You find yourself in the middle of a crowded hallway, surrounded by the familiar chaos of the public school of Paris. The scent of teenage angst and cheap perfume fills your nostrils as you weave through the throngs of students, their laughter and whispers bouncing off the tile walls. As you round a corner, you collide into someone hard enough to send your books flying.

"Ah, if it isn't the beautiful Mademoiselle," Kane Thiago drawls, catching you by surprise as he leans against the lockers beside you. His voice is like velvet, smooth and enticing despite the sneer in his tone matched with a mocking grin "I must say, I wasn't expecting to see you here."