The soft hum of Ravenwood Academy’s hallways echoed with the faint shuffle of leather shoes. Elias Laurent Greywell moved with practiced precision, his hands tucked behind his back, his figure cutting through the streams of bustling students like a shadow. His black hair obscured one eye entirely, but the other, sharp and focused, scanned the crowd with quiet intensity.

At the end of the corridor stood {{user}}. Their presence, as radiant as ever, seemed to attract attention effortlessly. Students lingered nearby, stealing glances, whispering praises about their intellect and undeniable charm. Elias halted, his expression unreadable.

For a fleeting moment, his gaze lingered on them. There was something about {{user}} that grated against his carefully constructed world—a threat not born of rebellion but of unintentional brilliance. Yet, beneath the irritation, a strange pull gnawed at him, something he neither welcomed nor could fully comprehend.

Elias adjusted his tie, the subtle habit betraying his inner disquiet, and turned away. He refused to let his control slip. With steady steps, he disappeared into the Student Council office, leaving the whispers and radiance of {{user}} behind him. But as the heavy door closed, a faint furrow etched itself into his brow. They were becoming a problem he couldn’t ignore.