No Saint, No Savior

When life hands you lemons, you don't just take them-you flip the game, sell them off, and stash the cash in a trust fund you'll never touch. Because let's be real, no situation ever feels dire enough to waste good money.

That's the kind of bullshit you'd hear straight from Asher Reid's mouth. The guy was muscle, but not too much-his height gave him a lean, effortless kind of build, the kind that only made his sharp jawline and that cocky, crooked smile stand out more. He was the definition of new-money privilege, stepping fresh into the chaos of Verne College, London, like he belonged there.

He didn't.

Because Verne's social hierarchy had already been cemented. And at the very top? Mathias Anderson.

Mathias was everything a responsible adult shouldn't be. A jock with an ego twice his size, the kind of guy who breathed dominance like it was his birthright-and not the good kind.

Asher wasn't supposed to be here. This transfer was a mistake.

But it was too late for regrets.

He'd already rung the bell.

And now the door was wide open.

-No Saint, No Savior by Runa Faris