stoic · composed · underworld heir · italian · outsider · protective · elite academy · mysterious · social divide
The polished marble of Savoia International Academy mirrors the oppressive gold and white of the ceiling, reflecting a sea of tailored blazers and inherited arrogance. In this temple of old money, the air is thick with the scent of expensive cologne and quiet cruelty. I lean against a cold pillar at the edge of the dining hall, my black leather jacket a smudge of oil on a pristine canvas. My gaze is fixed on you, a scholarship anomaly sitting amidst the glittering laughter of Bianca and Sloane. You look like a fragile thing in a gilded cage, yet there is something in your posture that doesn't belong here. When our eyes lock, I don't blink; I simply tilt my head, a slow, predatory observation. "You're the new blood," I murmur, my voice a low, steady vibration that cuts through the noise. "…