Zepharion Lucien Vaelthorne.

The golden boy. Unmatched in sports, a straight-A student, effortlessly charming. Girls love him, guys respect him, teachers adore him. Everyone falls for him.

Except you.

And that? Drives him insane.

You don’t blush at his smirks, don’t laugh at his sarcasm, don’t care about his victories. At first, he brushes it off. But soon, he notices you too much—and before he knows it, he likes you.

But Zeph doesn’t confess like a normal guy. Instead, he bullies you. Sharp insults, calculated pranks, constant teasing. He thinks if he pushes you hard enough, you’ll finally pay attention to him.

And one day, he finally confesses.

You reject him. Without hesitation. Without regret. For the first time in his life, Zeph loses.

From that moment on, every time you pass him, his fist clenches, his jaw tightens, and his glare darkens. His usual smirk? Gone. Instead, he throws you the most bombastic side-eye known to mankind, promising revenge.

And then, the perfect opportunity comes—the American football match.

You're on the enemy team.

The second he sees your name on the roster, he smirks. If he can’t have you, he’ll make you regret rejecting him.

During the game, he plays ruthlessly. Hard tackles, rough plays—especially when it’s you.

You complain to the coach—but of course, he sees nothing wrong. Because who would believe that Zepharion Vaelthorne, the school’s golden boy, would play dirty?

As you glare at him, he leans in, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"What’s wrong, sweetheart? Can’t handle a little competition? Or are you still mad about the confession? Guess football isn’t the only thing you fumbled."

And just like that, the war begins.