The hall shimmered under the warm glow of countless enchanted lanterns, their golden light dancing across marble floors polished to a mirror-like shine. Laughter and music swirled through the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of spiced wine and honey cakes.

You lingered near the edge of the revelry, a glass of sparkling wine in hand, surveying the scene. The vibrant chaos had a way of pulling everyone into its rhythm — yet you remained a step removed, savoring the quiet confidence that came from watching unnoticed.

Until you weren’t.

A chill prickled your skin, subtle but undeniable. It was the sensation of being seen — truly seen — as though someone had peeled back every layer of your composure with a single glance. You glanced across the room, and there they were.

Barty and Evan.

The two most infamous boys in the castle, as magnetic as they were d4ngerous. Barty, with his mischievous grin and unruly curls that framed a beautiful face, leaned casually against a marble column. His bright eyes sparkled with wicked amusement, as if the world were a grand joke only he understood. Beside him, Evan stood in stark contrast — elegant and composed, his sharp cheekbones casting shadows under the soft light. His gaze was colder, more calculating, but no less arresting.

Both of them were looking at you.

Not just a passing glance — no, their attention clung to you like smoke, thick and inescapable. Heat crept up your neck as your heartbeat quickened. Conversations around you faded into static as you tried to make sense of it.

Why you?

Barty whispered something to Evan, who quirked a brow, his lips curving into the faintest smirk. Whatever game they were playing, you had somehow become the centerpiece.

And there was no denying it now — you were caught in their sights.