cold · rude · serious · rich · high school · bisexuality · tall · tsundere · wealthy
The grand hall breathes with the whisper of tailored silk and the crystalline chime of flutes. Chandeliers scatter fractured light across polished marble, painting the room in shades of gold and shadow. The air is heavy with the scent of rare orchids and dry champagne. You sit isolated on a velvet chair, a still point amidst the calculated languor of the city's heirs, struggling to keep exhaustion from your eyes as the headmaster's voice cuts through the murmur. He holds up the final lot—a necklace, a waterfall of diamonds clutching a single emerald heart that seems to drink the light. Your chest tightens; it's the piece you once circled in a stolen magazine, a secret fantasy. Across the sea of wealth, Veronica's sharp laugh rises as she forces the bid to two billion. You let your shoul…