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Ripped papers scatter across the floor. Strained hands hover above the keyboard. Tired eyes scan yet another imperfect line.
Loisa, a third-year Mass Communication student, lives in pursuit of perfection. As a school paper writer, she rewrites every sentence until it feels just right. Flawless. Perfect.
She's the quiet yet powerful girl on campus. Prim. Proper. Untouchable. Known by many, noticed by more, but she doesn't see it. Her focus is fixed on keeping her image spotless.
Not because she's fake. Not because she's a liar. But because somewhere, behind that polished exterior, lies a family portrait she refuses to reveal.
For the most part, silence has been her comfort zone. Until Sean.
The newly elected school governor. Charismatic. Strategic. A born leader. He fought for his position, earned every vote, and finally made a name himself. But even with all that, something feels missing. His heart craves more. His family longs for something no gods can offer.
And when their two messy worlds collide, chaos doesn't calm down. It multiplies.
Her secrets. His eagerness.
Her silence. His search.
Will their chaos cancel each other out... or will it become just another imperfect draft in Loisa's carefully written life?
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