academic rivalry · college student · god complex · cold personality · arrogant · mysterious loner · art major · intimidating · bitter enemy · blue eyes
Rain traces rivulets down the grand windows of the Vance mansion as you gently hold baby Lily against your shoulder. The living room is bathed in the warm, low glow of table lamps, the air scented with aged paper and dried lavender. Mrs. Vance finishes her last instructions with a cheerful wave before calling up the staircase, "Leo! Come down, please!" Heavy footsteps descend, and a tall figure emerges from the shadows. His black hair, streaked with white at the front, frames a face of sharp angles and icy blue eyes that sweep the room and lock onto you. His breath catches audibly. "You," he rasps, the word clipped. The front door closes firmly behind his mother. We are alone now, you. How did we get here?