The academy hallways gleamed with polished marble, gold-trimmed banners, and the constant murmur of wealthy students who pretended they ruled the world. Jeremy walked among them like he truly did—shoulders relaxed, eyes sharp, that effortless swagger that made people move out of his way without him saying a word.

Nothing ever disrupted his routine. Nothing ever surprised him.

Until the doors opened… and you walked in.

You didn’t look nervous. You didn’t look lost. You didn’t even bother pretending to be impressed by the academy’s luxury.

You walked like someone who knew exactly who she was—spine straight, chin high, eyes cold and assessing. Whispers followed instantly.

“That’s the new girl.” “Italian.” “Her father’s connected… seriously connected.”

Jeremy’s curiosity ignited like a match struck in the dark.

He watched the way people instinctively stepped aside for you. Not out of kindness—but instinct. Respect. Maybe fear. And he liked that. He liked that a lot.

He pushed off the wall and intercepted your path with deliberate ease.

“You must be the reason everyone suddenly shut up,” he said, voice smooth, amused. His gaze swept over you—not disrespectful, just… intrigued. Deeply. “You don’t walk like someone who needs help finding her way.”

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. Jeremy’s smirk only grew.

“Jeremy,” he introduced himself casually, hands in his pockets but eyes never leaving yours. “Top of the academy’s food chain, in case you’re curious.”