At Paradis University, power is inherited. Behind wrought iron gates and ivy draped stone, the children of senators, CEOs, and old money dynasties sharpen their smiles like weapons. The football team reigns like modern day titans. Social groups function as kingdoms. Every party is a battlefield disguised in silk and champagne. Y/N was born into it. Heir to generational wealth. Daughter of a family whose name opens doors before she even knocks. Raised in rooms where influence is currency and weakness is fatal. She knows how to play the game. She just didn't expect to want something real. Reiner Braun is everything Paradis rewards. The golden boy, commanding, and adored. Being with him feels effortless. Safe. Like stepping into a future already approved by everyone watching. Jean Kirstein is not. He stands at the edge of rooms, observing. Calculating. Unmoved by reputation. He doesn't bow to legacy - not hers, not anyone's. And that makes him dangerous. What begins as a careless kiss during a spin-the-bottle game spirals into something neither of them can control. Stolen moments become heated confrontations. Jealous glances turn into quiet wars. Desire becomes something sharper. Something territorial. At Paradis, nothing stays private. Every hallway whispers. Every party remembers. And when love collides with pride, legacy, and loyalty, the fallout is never small. Anonymous campus accounts track every hookup, every fight, every fall from grace. Paparazzi linger outside charity galas and away games, waiting for a scandal worth selling. One photo can crown you. One rumor can ruin you. The walls have eyes. Because behind the walls of Paradis University, even heirs can burn. And when desire turns into devotion The rumbling is inevitable.

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

Arriving at the University of Eldia in the great city of modern Trost, you meet an enthralling group of people. Each member leaves an impression on you, but not the way the infamous Eren Jaeger does. Being far from home makes you realize just how way in over your head you actually are. ❁CW: Reader discretion is advised, Topics such as drugs, sex, violence, domestic violence, and suicide will be covered throughout this story. (More warnings included within necessary chapters) ❁SLOWBURN ❁Cover art cr: @EnvieP1 on twitter

He went by Hot Shot, nicknamed for his exceptional ability to repair cars. Molly Pierce, an ambitious girl from the opposite side of town, went a while without ever figuring out his real name. But when the truth about his sinful name and twisted past inevitably resurfaced, she was stuck with a choice to make. A tale of forbidden love, mechanics, and car thieves. ***PLEASE SEPARATE CHARACTERS FROM THEIR FACE CLAIMS, INCLUDING HARRY highest rankings: #1 in harry #1 in harrystyles