The Last To Inherit

Jane Seo lives a quiet life.

Earbuds in, notebook open, eyes fixed on things long dead but never forgotten.

She studies past the way others study people, coldly, carefully, like every name etched in stone matters more than the ones still breathing. Her world is built from ruins: forgotten empires, fractured timelines, and questions no one else dares to ask.

She keeps her head down.
Moves like she belongs to another century.
But strange enough to be remembered.

Ralph Bekzhan wasn't supposed to look twice.

Heir to a name that built empires and ruined men, he was raised to lead without feeling, observe without reacting. Control was his birthright, and sentiment? A flaw buried generations deep.

Nothing about her should have mattered.

But the day he caught her leaving a note on a forgotten wall. Something shifted, a disruption, quiet, precise, and impossible to ignore.

She was never meant to be seen.
He was never expected to feel anything.

But some storms don't start with thunder. They begin in silence, and end with everything undone.

A love between two storms,
One quiet as snowfall.
The other,
A sky waiting to crack.

Summer's Note : It's Dark academia, but Asian. Built on legacies and silence, a story about the ones never meant to collide.