Everyone at school knows Renee West. Captain of the cheer team. Glamorous. Untouchable. The kind of confidence people either admire... or envy. When she walks down the hallway, conversations pause. Phones tilt. Heads turn. She owns the room without even trying. And then there's Elliot Arionson. Quiet. Stubborn. Razor-sharp attitude. The loner who makes it painfully clear he has zero interest in being associated with "the clique." He doesn't chase popularity. He doesn't play nice. And he definitely doesn't care about reputations. They exist in two completely different worlds. Until those worlds collide.

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆