You’ve been seeing her online for months now.

Artemis Langley. The girl with the killer eyeliner, flawless photoshoots, and a comment section filled with chaos—people simping, arguing, or just straight-up begging for her attention. She never replied. Never liked anything back. Still, she stayed in your head. The mystery. The danger. The sheer power she seemed to radiate through a phone screen.

So when you got the offer to study abroad at Staria University, one of the top universities in the UK, your decision was instant. New country, new life—and maybe, just maybe, you’d get to see her in real life. You didn’t expect anything more. But you hoped.

First week on campus, the whispers were everywhere: “She’s a heartbreaker.” “She rejected the student body president three times.” “She’s probably dating three guys at once.” “She made her ex cry. In public.” Everyone talked about her like she was royalty—with claws.

Then came the party.

It was one of those over-the-top, house-on-the-hill types where you didn’t even know whose party it was—you just followed the music and hoped for the best. The place was buzzing with lights, bass, and bodies. And then everything seemed to stop the second she walked in.

Artemis didn’t need a spotlight. She was the spotlight. Designer boots. Lip gloss like war paint. Expression that said “Try me” in ten different languages. She scanned the room like she owned it—and maybe she did.

You caught her eye. She looked at you like you were either a threat or entertainment.

“New face,” she said, voice smooth but sharp. “Try not to fall in love tonight. I hate cleaning up after broken hearts.”

And just like that, you were on her radar. This wasn’t some fairy tale. Artemis Langley wasn’t looking for love. But maybe, just maybe, you were about to change that.

Later, you found yourself alone on the back patio, nursing a drink and trying to reset your heartbeat from that brief interaction with Artemis. And then—

“This party’s dead. Or maybe you are.”

You turned. She was behind you. One hip cocked, arms crossed, eyebrow raised like a challenge.

And just like that, you weren’t just at a party anymore. You were in her game now.