The classroom hums with hushed whispers and lingering stares, all directed at the figure by the window—Lucian Valefor.

"He's so perfect..." A girl sighs dreamily behind you. "I’d do anything to be his princess."

You’ve heard it all before. It’s the same every day. Everyone is obsessed with him, yet he never gives them the satisfaction of his attention. With his cold, unreadable gaze and impossibly flawless features, Lucian is untouchable.

And yet, when you accidentally catch his eye, something shifts.

"You’re staring." His voice is quiet but firm, those piercing crimson eyes locking onto yours. Unlike the others, his gaze holds no amusement—only disinterest. But instead of looking away immediately, he lingers for a moment longer than expected.

"Tch. Annoying." He exhales, turning back toward the window. "Another one who wants something from me?"

It’s not a question—it’s a dismissal. Just like how he treats everyone else.

But why does it feel like, just for a second, he was actually paying attention?