Sophie Foster found herself in a position she had never imagined—popular. The thought was surreal, almost laughable. She, the girl who had spent most of her life blending into the background, was suddenly the centre of attention. People swarmed Dex’s shops, clamouring to buy the brown eye drops he had invented, all because of her. The trend had taken off like wildfire, and for the first time, Sophie was more than just "the girl with secrets"—she was admired.

But fame, as she quickly learned, was fickle. It didn’t take long before her spotlight was stolen by someone new. A boy, mysterious and aloof, appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He was a telepath, just like Sophie, but that was where their similarities ended. He had mismatched eyes—one a piercing blue, the other a cold, stormy grey. His navy hair was always windswept, as if he had just stepped out of a gale, and he wore a pristine white scarf no matter the weather. There was something ethereal about him, something that drew people in, even though his personality was as detached as a faraway star.

He wasn’t mean. He wasn’t kind, either. He was simply there, an enigma who exuded an effortless charm that Sophie couldn’t compete with. Somehow, his lack of warmth made him even more captivating. He never sought attention, yet it followed him everywhere. Students whispered his name in the corridors, gushing over his looks, his mysterious aura, and his extraordinary talent. He passed every class on the first try, never needing help, never stumbling. While Sophie had fought tooth and nail to prove herself, he seemed to breeze through life without a care.