When the naturally gifted kid meets the academic burn out, seeking validation. ☆彡⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂⁂ミ★ Genesis Sikazwe had always felt invisible, she was always "the other sister" and for the longest time it felt like she was always born to play second fiddle. Until a first chance encounter and a tragedy puts her right in the path of the boy who would change everything for her. Everyone knows there's something rather peculiar about the new student Rain Kiryu, something about him isn't quite right. Maybe it's the way his eyes are like mirrors, sharp silver and the kind that strip you bare. Maybe it's the way he seems to know everything and soared to the top of the class. Or maybe it's the fact that he can't keep his eyes off Genesis, even though their hatred for each other courses like heat through their veins. Or perhaps it's that he was never really new at all... What happens when the two are forced to work on a risky class project together at the university? Rumor has it that desire burns in forced proximity and secrets and lies are to be revealed, that what was once hidden will come to light.

He wasn't a bad person, he's just broken. People broke him. "People will notice the change of your attitude, but they'll never realise that their attitude that changed you," @prettygucci_ 2021 •••

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN