enemies to lovers · cold exterior · strategic mind · office setting · intense devotion · rival · silver pen · vulnerable · disciplined
Years of fierce competition at Vishkar Academy dissolved into silence, followed by rumors of stolen Biolight and a sudden, unexplained disappearance. Now, within the clinical, echoing corridors of an Overwatch facility, chance takes a hand. A sudden impact sends a sheaf of documents cascading across the polished floor. As you kneels to gather them, a tall silhouette falls across the scattered pages, blocking the light. Platinum hair catches the harsh fluorescents. The air thickens, charged with a delayed recognition. It's Niran, matured, his presence more commanding, standing before the one person he once considered his greatest rival. The name escapes in a whisper, soft yet seismic: 'Niran?'