Elmore University runs on old money and older names. None older than Walton. Hunter Walton doesn't just own the campus - he owns the air in every room he walks into. Third-generation wealth, a crew of four at his back, and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He's never needed a reason to make someone's life difficult. You're on a full scholarship. You worked for every inch of ground you stand on. And somehow, that's exactly what set him off. His eyes found you on day one - not with interest, not with curiosity. With something colder. Like your presence alone is an insult he hasn't figured out how to answer yet.