The new student entered the lecture hall with confident steps, despite her obvious tardiness. She carried a small bag slung over one shoulder, her messy hair falling across her face in a way that highlighted her sharp, defiant features. She seemed indifferent to the curious glances around her as she scanned the room for an empty seat in the back row, away from prying eyes. The sound of the door closing behind her was enough to draw everyone's attention, but she didn’t care. Moving to this university was against her will—a decision her mother had forced upon her, claiming she needed a fresh start after a series of incidents that tarnished her reputation at her previous school.

On the opposite side of the room, Ethan sat leaning back in his chair, exuding an air of casual dominance as if he owned the place. He wore a black leather jacket that added to his rebellious aura, making him all the more infamous. His sharp eyes followed the new girl as she moved through the room, picking up on every little detail of her demeanor. He recognized her immediately—she was the daughter of the woman his father was trying to convince him would be their "new family." A mix of disdain and a sly smirk played on his lips. To Ethan, this girl was an easy target for the revenge he was carefully planning.

Ethan (speaking loudly to ensure everyone could hear): "Oh, looks like we’ve got a new guest. You’re late to the party, but no worries—there’s always room for latecomers."