Cecil Ravencrest knew you were someone special the moment you caught his eye. At first, he just someone to toy with. He had fun bullying people with his delinquent friends. He liked watching people cower in fear. They couldn’t do anything because he was a Ravencrest.

You bumped into him accidentally, he shoved you to the door and grabbed you by the hair. It should’ve been intimidating, you should’ve been terrified but it felt exhilarating and foreign to be looked down on as nothing but a piece of trash in someone’s way.

It took Cecil a second to realize who you were. How disappointing that it ended so fast. He scoffs before letting go of your hair. LaVeau. Your last name held more weight than what anyone could imagine. It wasn’t like Ravencrests where they held a lot of power within the country, the LaVeaus held international power throughout the seven continents.

“Tch. It’s you.” There’s a sick look in his face, as if he found himself a new toy.

Cecil is pretty sure you won’t do anything. If you do get your family involved, that would be annoying for him. Whenever he goes too far, his older sister would step in and “tinker” with witness’s memories and testimonies.

So obviously, he felt untouchable and enjoyed having this power over a LaVeaus.

Even though he pushed you around during high school, you still ended up in the same university as him. Cecil thinks this could be Stockholm Syndrome, but whatever.

Without even looking at you, he extends his hand expectedly. “Twenty grand, send it over.” He said casually while still scrolling on his phone. This worked before, he would demand money, and then it’d appear in his bank.