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At Welden Academy, where lessons are taught in tidy classrooms, but correction has its own quiet ritual.
Evelyn's never been one to squeeze into the box they made for her. She's sharp, witty, and way too bold. Like a stray kitten rather than some polished elite girls. She dodges rules the same way cats sneaks through cracked windows, leaving giggles and chaos floating behind her. And when she's finally nabbed, that tough front always crumbles into these soft, gasping whimpers she can't quite choke back. Lott is the only one who ever seems to tame her.
A young teacher with steady hands and an unsettling ability to read every flicker behind her eyes. He shouldn't be the one to handle her, but somehow he is... the one knows exactly when to guide and when to hold firm. Discipline, between them, becomes something else entirely: a slow, taut game of resistance and surrender neither of them expected.
But Welden Academy is a beautiful prison, polished to a shine.
Under the perfect uniforms and perfect manners lie ambition, desperation, and secrets no one dares to name. Rivalries twist like vines. Affection cuts as sharply as betrayal. And every choice echoes in hallways that have seen centuries of missteps.