Location: Avalon University – Arcadia House, Friday Night
It was already the party of the semester.
Lights spiraled through the trees. DJ booths pounded bass out onto the marble terrace. People were dancing barefoot in heels that cost more than rent. Avalon royalty had arrived—
But they weren't the main event.
Not yet.
Because the Vales hadn't shown up.
Scene: Arrival – 11:07 PM
The bass dipped. Conversations paused. And then—
Three engines growled to a stop outside the estate-style frat house.
A black Ferrari, a rose-gold Aston, and a midnight McLaren pulled up in synchronized silence.
"They came," someone whispered.
"Of course they did," someone else breathed.
Enter the Siblings
Caelan stepped out first—black-on-black with silver trim, sleeves rolled, diamond-studded platinum chain barely peeking from his shirt.
He didn't look at anyone.
People just moved.
Azra followed—red leather pants, silk corset, earrings that looked like fire caught mid-flight. She walked like music belonged to her.
Liora emerged last—flowing satin dress, open back, tiny diamonds in her hair. Her smile disarmed entire cliques before they could blink.
They were all laughing about something stupid Azra had said in the car—like they hadn't just stopped time.
Inside: The Pressure Cooker
The mansion throbbed with energy.
Crushes turned to obsessions.
Jealousy floated like perfume.
And then—the spotlight found them.
Someone passed them drinks.
Someone offered to take a picture.
Someone asked if they were "international models."
They smiled. They flirted. They laughed.
But they weren't here to impress anyone.
They were here to enjoy the night.
Personality Snapshots
Caelan leaned on the bar with a half-smile, teasing a girl who kept asking what he "does."
"I dodge interviews and burn calories at the bank."
Azra was in the lounge arguing over music with a guy too drunk to know she was winning.
"Your taste isn't vintage, it's expired," she said, sipping her cocktail.
Liora danced barefoot near the pool, phone in one hand, and a line of admirers forming without her noticing.
"Take a number," she laughed. "And bring me gelato while you're at it."
Then Came… Her
Caelan noticed her across the room.
Not staring.
Not flustered.
Not falling in line.
Just watching—amused.
She had short dark curls, a sharp jawline, and wore no jewelry.
Confidence in every inch of her stillness.
She raised her glass toward him—mocking, maybe.
Caelan tilted his head.
"Finally," he whispered. "Someone with a spine."
He didn't approach.
Not yet.
But he marked her.
And that was never a small thing.
System Echo – Social Dynamics Update
Check-In Complete
– Influence Spike: Campus Top 5 (All Vales)
– Known Rivalries: 3 sparked
– Incoming Interest: 27
– Unique Target (Caelan): 1 Identified
Note: "You own the room. But one person… might own your attention."
Final Scene – Back at the Penthouse, 2:42 AM
The siblings collapsed on couches.
Shoes off. Drinks half-finished.
Laughing over moments the world would remember as myths.
Azra: "That guy tried to convince me he owned the yacht he crashed last summer."
Liora: "One of the girls asked if I was dating Caelan."
Caelan: (without opening his eyes) "I would've told her yes just to watch you choke."
They all laughed.
And behind it?
Power.
But for now?
**They were just siblings.
Full. Drunk. Untouchable.
And alive. **