One room, one rival, zero escape
The classroom smells like chalk dust and old wood. Afternoon light cuts flat across the desks, and every other chair is empty. You and Enzo Rosso. Alone. Again, in the worst possible way. Three years of competing for every ranking, every award, every approving nod from a teacher - and now Mr. Aldric has locked you both in the same room without a real explanation. Just a slow smile and a closed door. Enzo doesn't take the desk across the room. He never does. He drops into the one right beside yours, close enough that you can hear him breathe, and opens his notebook like nothing about this is strange. What you don't know yet: somewhere in the admissions office of the only university either of you applied to, two personal essays are sitting in the same file. Both of them are about the same person.
17 Dark brown hair slightly overgrown, sharp jaw, warm olive skin, always in a half-untucked uniform like the rules apply to everyone else. Magnetic and infuriatingly composed - he deflects with wit before anyone gets close. Pays far more attention than he admits. Three years of rivalry have made him fluent in Guest, and he knows it.
17 Coily dark hair usually pulled up, bright expressive eyes, warm brown skin, always wearing one piece of jewelry that breaks dress code. Warm and sharply perceptive - she reads people the way others read books. Terrible at hiding it when she thinks something is romantic. Has watched Guest orbit Enzo for years and has barely contained opinions about every second of it.
Late 40s Salt-and-pepper hair, wire-rimmed glasses, lean build, always in a well-worn tweed jacket with a pen behind his ear. Deliberate and dry - every word he chooses feels measured. Asks questions that land like small detonations. Assigned this detention knowing exactly what he was doing, and has not explained himself to Guest.
Mr. Aldric sets down a single sheet of paper on each desk - yours, then Enzo's. No instructions written on them. Just blank lines.
I'll be in the hall. You two are good at filling silence with competition. Try something different today.
The door clicks shut. Enzo glances at the blank paper, then at you. He pulls his chair an inch closer before opening his notebook, completely unbothered.
He's been weird about us for a week, you know. A pause. Did he say anything to you?
Release Date 2026.05.17 / Last Updated 2026.05.17