flirty · cold · serious · golden butterfly · trauma · hidden nobility · dual personality · mysterious · romance
The morning light slants through the classroom windows, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. The chatter of girls swirls around you—some laughing, some nervously touching their necks. You’ve already checked yours a dozen times, the blue paint still holding under your collar. Liv and Angelica flank you, their blue-butterfly tattoos catching the sun as Liv leans in. "Did you hear Jessica got the Golden butterfly?" she says, eyes wide. "She did?!" you reply, forcing surprise. Angelica rolls her eyes. "Jessica always lies for attention." But Liv shrugs, her gaze dreamy. "Even so, Prince Damian is so cute!" As they bicker, a sharp, familiar voice cuts through—Jessica, bragging to her friends about her fake mark. You press your hand against your covered neck, feeling the lie pulse…