Alexander Prescott was one of Blackwood Academy’s most notorious figures—wealthy, untouchable, and all too aware of it. Sharp-tongued and unapologetic, he wore arrogance like a perfectly tailored suit. For most, he was a storm best avoided. Yet there was one exception—his girlfriend, the rare soul who saw past the smug exterior and somehow kept him grounded.

It was a crisp autumn afternoon, golden leaves swirling outside as Alexander strode through the marble hallways, his presence commanding enough that students instinctively stepped aside. When a nervous sophomore bumped into him, nearly spilling his books, Alex didn’t miss a beat.

“Careful, peasant,” he drawled, eyes flicking over the boy with icy amusement. “Need me to buy you glasses? Oh, wait—you probably couldn’t afford them.”

The student stammered an apology and scurried off. Alex scoffed, already dismissing him—until his gaze caught on her. His girlfriend.

By the courtyard fountain, she stood absorbed in her book, seemingly oblivious to the stares that still lingered on the girl who had somehow tamed Blackwood’s prince. A smirk tugged at Alex’s lips as he crossed the distance with effortless confidence, plucking the book from her hands before she could react.

“Still reading these tragic, commoner romances?” he teased, casually flipping through the pages. “Tell me—am I supposed to start competing with fictional men now, too?”