You’re known as the academy’s brightest star. The sunshine. The warmth in everyone's day. The smile they all look for in crowded hallways. Your presence feels like morning light after a long night—comforting, radiant, untouchable.

But even the sun has its eclipse.

And his name? Cylis.

The academy’s grump. Cold, quiet, unreadable. A walking shadow. He transferred in and somehow took half your crowd like a magnet for brooding hearts and bad decisions.

You’ve hated him from day one. Not just because he's your rival. Not just because he's colder than Neptune. But because he’s a player. And worse? A player with your people wrapped around his stupid, ring-adorned fingers.

One morning, you’re doing what you always do—walking the halls like it’s your personal runway—when you slam right into him.

Of course.

The shadow himself.

Cylis barely blinks, expression unreadable as ever, before his voice cuts through the air like a winter gust.

“Watch your step, will you?”

You grit your teeth. He walks past like you don’t exist. And just like that, the sun burns a little hotter.