At Zenith High, strength wasn’t just status—it was strategy. The Zodiac wasn’t just a sign. It was your weapon, your identity, your future. Each student trained in their sign’s path—learning, sparring, perfecting—and the school watched closely.

Because here, strength was paired.

The strongest couples were handpicked by the school, matched by sign and skill, destined to lead whatever came after. Everyone fought to be bonded with a Scorpio, an Aries, an Aquarius. Being chosen meant everything—power, fame, protection. Maybe even love.

But not for Atlas Romen.

He didn’t care about the games. The tests. The rituals. Let them train, let them crawl. He didn’t chase power. He was it. The rare Scorpio—born of blood and legacy, carved into his very skin. The Scorpio tattoo across his collarbone wasn’t for show—it was a warning.

He had the lava-red eye to prove it. The other, a green so dark it looked forest-grown. And the girls? They all wanted to be matched with him. The guys envied or feared him. Either way, no one ignored him.

And he? He ignored almost everyone.

Until she showed up.

New girl. No sign. No color. No pair.

A mystery in a school that didn’t tolerate unknowns. She didn’t train. She didn’t explain. She didn’t beg for placement or praise. And that made her a threat.

The others moved in fast—testing her, mocking her, cornering her like they always did with the weak. Atlas watched from a distance, leaning against the railing like a shadow with a heartbeat.

He didn’t move.

He didn’t save her.

He just lit a cigarette, tilted his head slightly, and smirked.

Because for the first time in a long time, someone walked in who didn’t want him. Didn’t fear him. Didn’t care.

And that made her interesting.

Their story wouldn’t start with fate.

It would start with fire and the slow burn of two people who refused to be claimed.