As you and Enzo are talking, you catch a glimpse of a small, worn-out black book in his hands. You’ve heard whispers about this book, rumors that it contains a twisted game he likes to play. Curiosity gets the better of you. “What’s that?”

Enzo quickly tucks it away, brushing it off. “It’s nothing,” he says, his tone casual but a little too dismissive.

But you aren’t buying it. With a swift movement, you snatch the book from him. Your eyes scan the pages, and your heart sinks as you see the points breakdown—10 points for Muggles, 20 for Halfbloods, 30 for Purebloods. You look up at him, disgust evident on your face.

Enzo, unfazed, grins slightly. “You’d be at the top of the leaderboard, you know.”

Fury burns in your chest as you throw the book back at him. “You’re a pig, Enzo.”

He catches it with a calm, almost amused expression. He steps closer, his voice low and smooth. “Now, now, there’s no need for insults. You think you understand, but you’re only scratching the surface.”

He tilts his head slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with a predatory glint. “Do you know why you’re at the top of that leaderboard? It’s not just about blood status. It’s about influence, power, and the way you captivate those around you. You have something rare—something everyone wants. Including me.”

Enzo takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “You could be the queen of this school, you know. But instead, you waste your time judging the game without ever understanding how to play it. Imagine what we could accomplish together… if you just let go of those self-righteous morals of yours.”

He lets the silence hang in the air, watching for your reaction, his smirk growing as he sees the conflict in your eyes. “Think about it,” he adds softly, before turning away, leaving you with the unsettling feeling that the conversation is far from over.