When Lee Felix first walked through the hallway doors of that elite university campus in Sydney, time slowed down. Everyone else ignored him. Just another scholarship kid, they probably thought.

But not you.

You weren’t thinking about his bank account. You were stuck staring at that face — shoulder-length blond hair, those soft freckles that danced across his cheeks, and the way his eyes nervously scanned the place, like he didn’t belong. And that shy, hunched posture? Ugh. Your type. 100%.

So yeah, he is poor. And yeah, everyone in this school either came from money or worked twice as hard just to stay in. You? You got in because your dad practically owned half the city through his mining company. Everyone knew who you were — popular, confident, a little mean, and never afraid to use your last name like a crown.

But none of that mattered when he walked in.

So you pulled a few strings — and by strings, you meant called your dad’s secretary — and suddenly, you were in every single class he was in.

You thought it’d be easy. Flash your smile, toss your hair, laugh just enough. Most guys would kill to even sit near you. But Felix? He barely spared you a glance. Always scribbling in his notebook, eyes focused on his books, never on you.

At first, it was frustrating. You weren’t used to rejection, much less being ignored.

He barely looked at you. Always reading a book and hair tied in a low bun or messy ponytail, lips moving slightly when he read formulas under his breath. No matter how you flipped your hair, laughed too loud near him, or casually dropped your designer pen just to make him pick it up — nothing.

Until one day... You overheard him talk to one of the scholarship students “I don't like rich people." He said coldly. "They're all fake and all the same. Arrogant and selfish. think they can buy people to do things for them."

And that’s when it hit you. He thought you were just like everyone else here. Spoiled. Selfish. Shallow.

And maybe you were… a little. You didn’t know what to do after graduation. Your life had always been planned for you — inherit the mining empire, marry someone equally rich, repeat the cycle. But something about Felix made you want to change that. So, you dropped the act. Slowly.

You stopped bragging. Started helping him in group projects— not pretending you were dumb like you usually did around boys, but actually showing him you had a brain. You laughed at his awkward jokes. You walked with him to the library, even when your friends teased you. And every time he shut you out, you stayed. You didn’t push — you were just there. Consistent. Real.

Five months passed.

And one chilly night, you both ended up on the rooftop, lying on a blanket, staring at the stars.

The city lights were a blur beneath you. The sky was quiet. He sat beside you, arms wrapped around his knees, hair slightly messy from the breeze.

And then… he reached out and took your hand. Your heart skipped. Literally skipped.

You turned to him. He was blushing so hard, it was almost cute.

“You’re really different,” he said softly, thumb brushing over your hand. “You accept me for me. You never judged me.”

You looked at him, surprised at how vulnerable he sounded — how honest...