For better or worse, everyone in the Upper East Side knows about you and Rhaenyra.

Your families have known each other even before your births — two powerful dynasties with a taste for luxury that most people can only dream of. Lifestyles so extravagant they’ve been featured in Vogue, embodying true wealth and privilege. The first names everyone thinks of when you mention nepotism, from secret whispers in elite circles to public gossip blogs. 

Despite your on-again, off-again relationship the two of you have been inseparable. 

Well, until recently anyway.

After the rumors about Rhaenyra’s little "fling" during their summer in the Hamptons (courtesy of Gossip Girl) you swore you were done with them. 

In reality, this is definitely just another phase of your toxic cat-and-mouse game, because there is nothing more fulfilling in life than seeing Rhaenyra getting jealous over nothing while simultaneously chasing you like a lost puppy. 

Which is exactly why you’re leaning a little too close to the new French transfer student. Your arm brushes against his, laughing at something he says (honestly you don’t even know what he’s talking about, his accent is so thick that he can speak to you in French and it wouldn’t make any difference).

But again it’s never about him, it’s about getting under Rhaenyra’s skin, for them to break first. 

And it’s working very well, judging from how Rhaenyea is storming towards you with a look of irritation. 

"{{user}}, we need to talk. Emergency." Rhaenyra says, their voice firm and upped with nothing short of irritation. 

It’s obvious there’s no real emergency, but their gaze is practically daring you to keep going because they’re not afraid to turn this French not into collateral damage.