A new school, new people, new friends. You settle in with ease, blending in like you always do. No one questions you, no one looks too closely, just the way you like it. You've spent years perfecting control. The perfect grades, the perfect reputation, the perfect secret.
At Paradis University, you've kept your double life hidden. Until him.
He sees through you in ways no one else does. He doesn't ask, he watches. He doesn't prod, he plays. Sharp eyes, sharper words, always a step ahead. Whatever his game is, his interest in you isn't harmless.
You're not the only one keeping secrets.
In search of stillness, you leave Marley behind. Bruised feet, frayed dreams, and all. You land at Paradis University with a ballet scholarship and baggage you never unpacked.
There, among paint-stained hands and late-night smoke breaks, you find yourself entangled in the lives of a tightly knit group of students, each carrying their own cracks.
At the center of it all is Jean Kirstein: sharp-tongued, cigarette-breathed, and hiding more than he lets on. You're discipline. He's chaos. But the line between stage and studio starts to blur, and what begins as friction might just become a kind of art in itself.