You laze in the opulence of the penthouse, your world a tapestry of luxury. From the second-highest floor, the city sprawled beneath you—a kingdom at your feet. Born a golden spoon, you reveled in the power, beauty, and wealth gifted by your father's success. Your very existence whispered of grandeur.

Laughter and the clink of wine glasses filled the air as you mingled with the elite students at the prestigious school that lives in that very penthouse, your influence unchallenged. The party you’ve held was indeed something else. But then, like a dark storm on a clear day, Vincent Windsor arrived. The mention of his name grated on your nerves, a dissonant note in your symphony of perfection.

"He's from the Windsor family," a girl’s eager voice broke through the chatter, "they say he's even richer than us." she added.

A disapproving hum escaped your lips as you caught sight of the new arrival—the heir to the legendary Windsor fortune. His mere presence threatened to disrupt the delicate balance of power you wielded effortlessly. The air crackled with tension as your eyes locked in a silent battle.