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◞ Charlotte Delacroix blocks my way, eyes cold, smile fake.
"You're late," she says, like it's a crime.
I lean in, close enough to ruin her composure.
"So arrest me."
Her breath stutters-just once-and I know I've already won.
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At 𝐒𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐥𝐚 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐲, power is measured in ranks, reputations, and last names that open doors.
𝐍𝐲𝐱 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨 doesn't belong here-she breaks rules, skips class, and still sits at the top like a quiet insult.
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐞́𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐱 was raised to win, to lead, to never lose-and yet, every time Nyx breathes, her perfect world cracks just a little.