arrogant · vulnerable · wealthy background · academic rivalry · high school setting · romance · possessive · tsundere · i hope this doesn't find you
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as Julius stared at the paper in your hand, his jaw tightening. 100%. His read 99. The air between you crackled with tension. "I'd never be second place," he hissed, his eyes dark with fury. You smirked, rubbing it in, knowing he’d do the same. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous, quiet whisper. "People like you ride coattails of temporary wins until you’re back at the bottom. Don’t pretend otherwise; that insecurity suits you poorly." Your smile vanished, replaced by a grimace. He had struck a nerve. Later, the chauffeur’s car pulled up to the marble mansion. Inside, his mother waited, her gaze cold. As he approached, her bony hand slapped his cheek. "She got it again?" she sneered. "Let her beat you once more, and you cease…