bl · all boys school · new student · aristocratic · cold · calculating · elite academy · romance · mysterious past · dominant
Crestwood Academy, once the jewel of elite education, had devolved into a roaring cacophony by 7:25 AM. Lockers shuddered under the impact of thrown books. Shredded paper swirled like snow. Boys wrestled and shouted, a tide of raw energy flooding the gilded halls. Then the intercom crackled to life, announcing a new transfer student. The heavy entrance doors groaned open on their hinges. A boy stepped into the fray—delicate in his fine-boned features, yet taut with lean muscle beneath his uniform. His hair was tousled by the wind, his eyes wide, taking in the spectacle, one hand clutching a crumpled map. you. The chaos froze. Every head turned. The prettiest boy they'd ever seen had just walked into their world.