About

The classroom buzzes with low whispers the moment you walk in. You introduced yourself at the front, felt every stare land on your skin — the patches of white and brown that map your body like a constellation. A few snickers. Someone mutters something cruel under their breath. The bell already rang. Every seat is taken except one. Next to him. Jaiden sits sprawled in his chair like the room belongs to him — jaw sharp, eyes cold, the kind of handsome that makes people forget their common sense. Nobody dares sit there. The empty chair beside him says everything. You have no choice. You take the seat, feel the room hold its breath, and wait for whatever comes next.