St. Monarch University – Political Warfare Class
The lecture hall buzzed.
Not from the lesson — but from him.
Damon sat dead center, fitted black shirt, diamond-studded watch peeking from his sleeve. His presence wasn't a choice — it was a gravitational pull.
Whispers swirled:
"He bought two firms last week."
"He fought off an assassin."
"He's on the soccer team and the basketball roster?"
"Did you see the gala photos? Him and Vera Santiago… chest to chest."
Nova leaned back two rows behind him, arms folded. Watching.
Arielle sat near the aisle, chewing her pen, stealing glances.
Sasha, the undercover agent, sat close. Too close.
And then… the door opened.
She walked in like no one else existed.
Enter: Elina Raine
– Transfer student.
– British accent. Eyes like stormclouds.
– Bronze skin. Legs that didn't quit.
– Dressed in muted designer pieces. Elegant. Dangerous.
She took a seat across from Damon.
Didn't look at him.
Didn't have to.
The room already felt like it tightened.
System Alert: Emotional Tension Spike — New High-Risk Attraction Detected
Name: Elina Raine
Background: Daughter of a high-ranking MI6 official, secretly tied to offshore arms channels.
Flagged as: "Untouchable. Seductress. Ghost Hunter."
Warning: This one doesn't fall. She watches kings… and decides which ones to break.
Class Begins — But Then It Blows Up
Professor Kellerman called on Damon.
"Mr. Black. You're building an empire while enrolled. You've been smeared in public, rumored in private. Let's discuss legacy. Does your name deserve to survive?"
The room hushed.
A smirk touched Lucien Black Jr.'s face from the upper row.
Damon slowly stood.
"Legacy doesn't come from a name," he said.
"It comes from how hard people try — and fail — to bury you."
"I've been erased, hunted, lied on, and framed. And I'm still here."
"So yeah, Professor. My name deserves to survive…"
"Because everyone who tried to kill it? Isn't standing anymore."
Gasps. Goosebumps. Even the professor paused.
Elina Raine?
Smiled.
Just once.
After Class — Hallway Drama Breaks Out
Nova grabbed his arm. "You're really gonna let her just sit there like she owns oxygen?"
Arielle pushed past Nova. "Let him breathe. You had your shot."
Nova: "I bled with him. You think a soccer game makes you special?"
Sasha lingered back… eyes narrowed, ears open.
And Elina?
Walked past them all. Slow. Sharp heels on marble.
She stopped right beside Damon.
Spoke just loud enough for the girls to hear:
"Your voice…"
"It sounds like trouble I wouldn't mind learning the hard way."
Then walked off without looking back.
The hallway burned in silence.