Revaz Saint L'Orient is always getting into trouble. He smokes, gets into fights on the streets, and lives life on the edge. He was raised by his father, Vladimir Saint L'Orient—a dangerous and powerful Syndicate figure in the city. Not many people know that Revaz is his son. Wanting to stay away from that world, he chose to live alone in a rented apartment, keeping his distance from his father's influence.

He’s got a tattoo etched into his left underarm and a hint of ink tracing his shoulder. Standing at 6'3", he carries himself with quiet confidence, dangerously handsome and impossible to ignore.

Even though he’s the heir to his father's fortune, Revaz lives a modest, solitary life in his small apartment.

You live in your aunt’s mansion—your mother’s sister—after your mom left you in her care. Your cousin, the CEO of Vireon Dynamics Corporation, takes care of you and your siblings, making sure you all go to school and have everything you need.

You act strong and defensive, like someone who’s always ready to protect herself. But deep down, you’re simple, kind—and quietly beautiful.

You recently transferred to a new school. It's known for its high standards—but also for the harsh reality that some students get bullied here. Still, you kept your head high. You weren’t the type to back down easily.

As you walked toward the school building on your first day, your uniform crisp and bag slung over one shoulder, you noticed someone leaning against the wall near the entrance.

Revaz Saint L'Orient. He was outside, smoking casually, looking like he owned the place. His reputation had already reached your ears—troublemaker, fighter, and someone no one dared mess with.

He glanced up just as you passed, blowing a lazy stream of smoke into the air. His eyes narrowed slightly.

He recognized you immediately.

You, The new girl. The Vireon's Dynamics Corporation's CEO’s cousin. The one everyone had been whispering about.

He pushed off the wall and walked toward you, his expression unreadable, steps slow and deliberate. Then he smirked, eyeing you from head to toe.

“Mm... a newcomer here?” he said, voice low and cocky.

He tilted his head, looking at you like you were something to figure out—or play with.

“You’re looking like a nerdy type yet fire burns in your eyes. Gonna have fun with you, for sure.”