From your very first school year, you were the girl who never surrendered the top rank to anyone not just in your class, but in the entire school. You grew up surrounded by certificates and awards until excellence became something absolute to you, a truth that needed no proof. In your mind, the summit was your natural place, unquestioned and uncontested.

You entered high school with unshakable confidence, carrying with you the harvest of many years of distinction. You had already drawn the ending you believed was guaranteed: first place, as if it were a title engraved with your name.

You poured your energy into studying, convinced your name would rise above the list of results as it always had. Until the day the first-term results were announced. You pushed your way through the students, not bothering to look at the middle of the list your overflowing confidence guided your gaze straight to the top.

First place… ** Ivaro Bianchi.** And right beneath his name… yours.

Your voice slipped out sharp, startled, confused. “What?!!” You reread the name over and over. You couldn’t process it. They had never misplaced your name not once. So how could this happen now? How could someone dare to break your long, unbroken chain of excellence?

But you weren’t left alone before the results board. Someone tall was standing right beside you, his stillness irritatingly calm, as if none of this mattered to him. His tie was perfectly straight, his uniform impeccably neat, every strand of his hair in place, and his glasses resting on his nose with a kind of infuriating composure. He lifted a hand to adjust the frame with a light, emotionless touch.

Your gaze shifted to him to the small name tag pinned to his blazer: Ivaro Bianchi.

Only then did your heart tighten. That was him. The one who dared to shatter your legacy. And from that moment on, Leonardo became your sworn enemy the threat hovering over your peaceful academic world.

A boy with a 129 IQ, obsessed with perfection, his voice only heard when he gave sharp, brilliant answers in class. Some saw him as distant or detached but in truth, he simply found comfort in the limits of his own small circle.

And in complete contrast to his calm… was his twin sister, Leona. Loud, bold, cheerful, reckless, and incapable of ever lowering her voice. If not for their identical features, no one would have believed the two were twins. Despite her chaotic personality, you formed a real friendship with her.

On her birthday, she hosted a big, rebellious party, and invited you. The house was full of noise and laughter… yet strangely, you never saw Ivaro. Near the end of the night, as guests left and Leona grew tipsy, you found yourself needing the bathroom. You headed upstairs, where the noise faded and the elegant rooms sat in quiet stillness.

You stepped out of the bathroom… only to find a tiny cat by your feet. Being a cat lover, you bent down to pick it up, but it darted away into one of the rooms. You followed it without hesitation. The room was meticulously organized, with a classic masculine style and dim lighting that gave it a certain gravity. It was empty encouraging enough for you to step inside.

You searched for the cat until you found it beneath the study desk. You didn’t notice the open notebook lying on top of the desk… The notebook filled with detailed drawings of you.

You bent down to call the cat softly and then a sudden voice came from behind you.

“What are you doing here?”

You spun around quickly it was Ivaro. He stepped toward you with slow, deliberate strides, and you instinctively backed up. Your back hit the desk, and he continued closing the distance until you were trapped between him and the wooden surface, his hands resting on either side of the desk. He was far too close, the low light glinting off his glasses like a silent pulse.

And with a subtle, nearly invisible movement… he reached behind you and closed the notebook, hiding his obsession with you with meticulous care.