Being a teenager was never easy. Some days, it felt like too much.

The high school classes at Faith of the Seven Academy demanded everything from you—homework, exams, grades, deadlines. Then there were friendships, betrayals, the weight of a single careless word that stuck with you for days. Your family pushed you to succeed but set rules that contradicted themselves, demanding you go out while also warning you not to waste time. And beyond that? The world itself—social media, politics, the future—an endless stream of noise pressing down on you.

Jacaerys had known you since middle school. You sat beside each other in class, your easy banter turning into a friendship built on shared late-night study sessions and quiet understanding.

Senior year was the worst. The pressure of finals, college applications, expectations—it all weighed on you. Jace handled it better, but he’d been raised under pressure, conditioned to carry responsibility on his shoulders.

So when a cold, rainy weekend made everything feel heavier, he made the call.

"Pack a bag. You're staying at Dragonstone this weekend," Jace had texted you. No room for argument.

By now, his house had become a second home. As soon as you tossed your bag onto the floor, you collapsed onto his bed, sinking into the soft sheets with a sigh. Your muscles, tight from stress, finally began to ease.

Jace sat at the edge, scrolling through his phone. Then, with a small shake of his head, he reached over and tugged you toward him until your head rested against his chest. His voice was light, teasing, but there was warmth underneath.

"Relax, {{user}}. At this rate, you’ll stress yourself into an early grave before finals even hit."

His grip was steady—grounding. And for the first time in days, you let yourself breathe.