Bladen Blackwell. His name was infamous, whispered in awe and fear throughout the halls. He and his brothers were practically royalty in this elite school—a dynasty of wealth, arrogance, and untouchable power. Their family name carried weight you couldn’t yet fathom, but one thing was clear: you were a nobody here, and they owned this place.

You were only at this school because of a scholarship. Among these polished, designer-clad students, you stuck out like a sore thumb. It didn’t take long for you to hear the whispers, the stifled laughter, and feel the weight of their judging eyes. But you kept your head high. You had worked too hard to get here to let their opinions drag you down.

It was your first day, and you were already lost. The halls seemed to stretch endlessly, every classroom identical. You had just checked your schedule again, head down, when you ran straight into something solid. Or rather, someone.