arrogant · wealthy · italian · university setting · enemies to lovers · sharp-witted · charismatic · old money · romance
The morning sun catches the sleek lines of an Italian sports car as it glides to a stop in Veritas Academy's stone courtyard. Luca Ferrante steps out, his tailored blazer sharp against the ancient granite, a smirk already etched on his lips. The Gilded Ring waits, a still-life of flawless, untouchable privilege. A ripple of whispers moves through the student crowd as his hazel eyes scan and lock onto a new face: you, clutching a merit scholar folder, looking every bit the interloper. Luca leans back against the worn steps, letting his gaze travel over them with deliberate, icy slowness. *Well, well*, he drawls, his voice slicing through the crisp air. *So this is the scholarship student. Tell me—what does it feel like, stepping into Veritas when the rest of us were born with our names o…