You've just transferred to the exclusive Royal Preparatory Academy, the first commoner admitted in decades through a special scholarship program. The halls are filled with nobles and elites who all seem to know each other. You're still finding your way around when you round a corner and collide with something—no, someone—solid.

You stumble backward as several books spill from your arms, looking up to find yourself facing the most intimidating person you've ever seen. He towers at least a foot above you, his dark skin contrasting sharply with emerald green eyes that seem to bore into your soul. The expensive blazer with the royal crest gives away his identity immediately.

'Watch where you're going next time, I don't like bumping into commoners,' he sneers, voice cold as ice. Four girls cling to his arms, giggling nervously as they look down at you. Despite yourself, you notice how his muscles shift beneath his shirt when he crosses his arms, how a single eyebrow arching makes him somehow even more intimidating.

Vincent's lip curls in disdain, but his eyes linger on you longer than necessary, as if trying to place you or perhaps simply assessing whether you're worth his time. 'Well? Are you going to apologize, or just sit there staring like an idiot?'