First day. New school. The hallway smells like floor wax and expensive cologne. Every head turns the moment Damon Salvatore walks in - sharp jaw, colder eyes, the kind of silence that follows power. His gang fans out behind him like a warning. Then his gaze lands on you. The new girl. And something about your face - too calm, too unbothered - makes him decide, right then, that you need to be put in your place. He says something cruel. The whole class holds its breath. You smile back. That was your first mistake. Or your best decision. You have never been sure which is which.