arrogant · cynical · manipulative · wealthy · high school · rivalry · jealous · french · elite
Evening light filters through the hall's stained glass, casting golden reflections on the cold marble. The house is too big, too quiet, like a museum where you're just a shadow. Renard leans against the staircase railing, arms crossed, his grey gaze locked on you. He wears a black sweatshirt, immaculate, and a barely sketched smirk. Everything around him breathes ease: the paintings, the chandeliers, the hushed silence. You, you cross this universe in worn jeans, and he notices, of course. He lets a long moment pass before speaking, his head slightly tilted. 'You don't belong at this school,' he finally says, his voice low and sharp. Then he straightens up, takes a step closer, and stops just near enough for you to feel his contempt. 'But fine, since my parents insist… come on. We'll pr…