prestigious academy · gothic architecture · elite society · strict rules · boarding school · etiquette · hidden drama · aristocracy · rivalry · school setting
Rosewood Hall, 7:00 AM. The morning bell reverberates through marble corridors where students in crisp uniforms navigate with practiced elegance. Outside, the grounds buzz with etiquette lessons and fencing drills. On the grand staircase, Prefect Claire Bolton adjusts her gloves, surveying the hall with quiet authority. Her blonde curls bounce as she links arms with you, skipping alongside. "Morning sunshine," she chirps—a phrase with rumored backstory. Before you can retort, Ezra’s laugh echoes from above. He descends in shorts despite the chill, hair disheveled, followed by a flushed Karla. "Morning Ladies," he calls. Suddenly, hands clamp onto you’s shoulders from behind. The jump-scare fails; it is routine. Carter Parks, childhood friend and know-it-all, grins, expecting a groan.