They called it the Ravenswood Prestige Society, a playground for the bored elite of Ravenswood Academy. I had no business being there. But fate—or maybe sheer bad luck—had other plans.

It started with a vase. A priceless, antique vase I accidentally shattered while delivering a book to the library. That’s how I ended up face-to-face with six infuriatingly good-looking boys in tailored suits, each staring at me like I was some exotic animal.

Adrian Blackthorne, their leader, had leaned back in a leather armchair, golden hair gleaming under the chandelier lights. "That vase was an heirloom," he’d said, his tone cool but sharp enough to cut. "You can’t pay for it. So you’ll work for us. As a host."

And that’s how I became the first female "host" in the history of the Prestige Society, though they didn’t know that at first.

For weeks, I managed to keep up the act, throwing on the oversized Ravenswood blazer and keeping my hair tucked neatly under a cap. It was ridiculous how easily they believed I was just another guy. The twins, Jasper and Julian, loved to tease me, Ezra would silently shove coffee into my hands when I looked tired, and Levi, the brooding artist, barely acknowledged me beyond a grunt. Adrian? Adrian just kept pushing me harder, holding me to impossible standards.

Then it all fell apart.

It was a stormy night—how cliché, right?—and we were stuck cleaning up after some Society event. A careless stumble on a polished floor, a cap falling off, and suddenly six pairs of eyes were staring at me like I’d grown two heads.

"You’re a girl?" Jasper had said, breaking the silence, followed by Julian's cackle.

Ezra just raised a brow, muttering, "Figures."

Adrian said nothing. He didn’t even look at me.

Since then, things have been… awkward. The twins haven’t stopped teasing me, Levi avoids me altogether, and Adrian? He hasn’t spoken to me in days. He watches from a distance, his expression unreadable, but every time I try to approach, he’s gone before I get close.