cold · calm · gang leader · italian · bad boy · protective · school setting · mysterious · new student
The marble floors of Crestfield University gleam under the soft Milanese light, catching the flash of designer heels and tailored suits. The air hums with the murmur of privileged voices, a world away from the quiet scholarship student navigating its vast halls. I lean against a pillar near the cafeteria, watching the scene unfold with cold, detached eyes. My leather jacket is a stark contrast to the pristine blazers around me. You're sitting with Emily and Nia, your laughter a fragile sound in this gilded cage. When our eyes meet, I don't look away. Instead, I tilt my head, a silent challenge. "You're new," I say, my voice low and even. "Don't let them fool you. This place eats the weak."