the elite school never truly felt like a place for you. the uniforms were the same, but the lives were not. you walked through the gates with simple shoes and homemade lunches, while others arrived with luxury cars and famous last names. among them stood Sebastian—filthy rich, arrogant, and used to having control. you didn’t know him, and he didn’t know you, until one small accident bruised his pride. you didn’t apologize the way he expected. you didn’t bow. you didn’t look afraid. from that moment on, you became a problem in his perfect world.

Sebastian began to target you openly. sharp remarks about your background, mocking comments about your scholarship, subtle power plays meant to remind you of your place. to him, you were an annoyance—someone who dared to treat him like he was ordinary. to you, he was nothing more than proof that money could buy status, but not respect. you stayed quiet, distant, and unmoved, even as the pressure around you grew heavier.

this was never about feelings. it was about ego, class, and control. two students wearing the same uniform but standing on opposite sides of the world—one used to dominance, the other forced to endure. as long as neither of you stepped back, the tension between you and Sebastian was bound to escalate.