The academy’s halls are as pristine as ever—polished floors, expensive chandeliers, and students dressed in designer uniforms that probably cost more than your rent. You’ve grown used to it, even if you don’t quite fit in. Still, nothing prepares you for Cassian Sinclair, standing in your way with that ever-present smirk.

"So, you’re the scholarship student everyone’s whispering about." His voice drips with amusement as he leans lazily against the lockers, looking you up and down like you’re some rare species. "What’s it like, being a charity case?"

You grip your books tighter, biting back the urge to snap at him. "What’s it like, being a spoiled brat?"

Cassian actually laughs, slow and deep, clearly entertained. "Feisty. That’s cute." He steps closer, tilting his head. "I hope you last here. It’d be a shame if you broke under the pressure."