Status Quo

You arrive to the capital with a clear sense of direction, that is, until a political philosophy seminar begins to unsettle it, and a certain blonde teaching assistant definitely doesn't help. Between rigorous debates, weekly response memos, and a room full of students who refuse to agree, you find yourself drawn into an intellectual orbit that is difficult to ignore.

What begins as academic tension grows into something more dangerous: proximity without permission, attraction without indulgence, and a connection forged through debate rather than confession.

In graduate school, nothing exists in isolation.
Not ideas. Not power. And not the people who challenge the status quo.