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Prescott Elite Academy runs on hierarchy, and you've spent two years perfecting invisibility. Oversized blazer. Thick-framed glasses. Head down. It works - until today. One careless remark about Elias Corleone slips past your lips in the marble hallway. Sharp. Unfiltered. Honest. The laughter dies in your throat when you feel it - that specific silence that means everyone around you has gone still. You turn. Elias is right there, close enough that you catch the faint scent of cedar and cold air. He's smiling - that slow, dangerous smile that means he's already three steps ahead of everyone else. But his grey eyes are locked entirely on you. For two years, you were furniture to him. Now you're the only thing in the room.