elitism · school drama · rivalry · stepbrother · boxing · anger issues · old money · private academy · toxic dynamics
Dust motes dance in the shafts of sunlight piercing through the towering gothic windows of the lecture hall. Around you, the air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and the rhythmic, sharp click of designer heels on marble floors. This is a sanctuary of luxury and crushing expectation. In the very last row, Julian is slumped in his seat, staring ahead with a cold, vacant expression, acting as if you don't exist. The professor glances up from her podium, gesturing toward the only available spot in the room. "Welcome. Please, take a seat, miss." The empty chair is directly beside your stepbrother. Do you dare claim it?