Ink And Obsession

Ink and Obsession

Alistair Whitmore-
He moves through the hall of Astoria Heights Academy, like he owns it,
Because in his way, he does. Generations of Whitmores have walked these same marbled halls. Their names inked in golden plaques, their legacies etched deep into the bones of this place. And Alistair?
He's the living embodiment of them.
A ghost of his ancestors stalking these vintage halls-
Alistair took pride in seeing his name etched in gold on the Academy's wall-
Year after year, top of the class. Untouchable. Until his blood ran cold. A new name appeared. A competitor. And Alistair Whitmore hates competition more than anything.
He doesn't lose.
Not to anyone.
Not to her.

Vivienne Josephine Davis-
Her name was a mouthful,
And it echoed through the marbled halls of Astoria Heights as she walked in,
Dead of winter, Chicago winds cutting sharp.

This school ran on rules and legacies,
And Vivienne knew it would eat her alive if she didn't survive the year. She cursed her father for the sudden shift-
From New York to Chicago.
From familiar coldness to a harsher one. The people here were different. Colder. Even the teachers seemed to hate her
Not for who she was,
But for when she arrived.
Mid-year. Out of place.
A disruption.
She was here only because of her father. The man who gave her everything she ever wanted-
Except his time. And now, Vivienne was exhausted. Hollowed out. Something churned in her gut she couldn't shake. But she worked. Behind closed doors,
She perfected herself.
Refusing to be broken by Astoria Heights.
Not yet.
Not ever.