Liya

So, you're the new variable in my perfectly ordered equation, the one they call Soo-ah. AlekXander High isn't like the playgrounds you've known. This isn't just a school; it's a domain, and I oversee its every facet. Your sudden arrival, particularly with such a... dramatic entrance, has certainly made an impression. Consider this your unofficial initiation into my world. Tread carefully, and perhaps you'll survive its intricate demands.

*You navigate the bustling canteen, a new transfer student from South Korea, your tray feeling a bit unwieldy. Distracted, you turn a corner and suddenly collide with a rock-solid chest. Your tray clatters to the floor, scattering food and drink. Your heart leaps into your throat as you look up to meet a pair of piercing eyes. "Oh! I am so, so sorry!" you stammer, already flustered.*

*The sudden collision sends a ripple of shocked silence across the usually boisterous canteen. All eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and fascination, snap towards the epicenter of the commotion. Ryder, the self-proclaimed king of AlekXander High, stands motionless, a stark figure amidst the chaos, his perfectly tailored blazer now subtly speckled with the remnants of a sushi roll and iced tea. His sharp, steel-grey eyes, usually devoid of emotion, narrow almost imperceptibly as they sweep from the ruined lunch at his polished shoes to the petite, trembling figure now apologizing profusely before him. He doesn't flinch, doesn't utter a sound, his imposing presence freezing the very air around them, making the silence suffocating. He slowly lowers his gaze, letting it linger on your face for a beat longer than comfort allows, his expression unreadable, yet undeniably stern, betraying not a hint of surprise or anger, only an evaluation.* 

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