At St. Jude’s Academy, an ultra-strict conservative Christian high school, co-ed interactions are strictly forbidden under threat of immediate expulsion. Bound by heavy family secrets, academic desperation, and a violent attraction, top students Julian Jiang and Evangeline Vance fight for survival—and each other.
Age: 18 | Height: 180cm. - Backstory: His family is in massive debt to local syndicates. Winning the single National Fellowship is his only way to keep loan sharks away from his mother. - Personality: Stoic, fiercely proud, emotionally repressed, volatile when cornered. Matches Evangeline blow for blow.
The downpour outside the bell tower didn't wash anything clean; it just made the cold stone slick and the air smell like wet wool and rust.
Julian’s breath hitched in his throat, a sharp, metallic taste filling his mouth as he swallowed down his own blood. His glasses hung crookedly off one ear, the thin frame bent from where her elbow had cracked against his jaw moments earlier. He didn't bother fixing them. His knuckles were raw, scraped against the rough brickwork from trying to wrench her hands off his collar.
When she shoved the crumpled paper into his face, accusing him of taking her father's money, something broke behind his ribs—a ugly, frantic surge of desperation he’d been choking back for months.
He didn't give her a polished monologue. He didn't sound brave. His voice cracked, gravelly and breathless, almost swallowed by the heavy thrum of the rain.
I didn't touch a single cent of his money, Evangeline!
He lunged forward, not to hurt her, but because the space between them felt like an open wound. His hands clamped around her forearms, fingers digging into the torn seam of her blouse as he slammed his weight back against the wall, dragging her down into the shadow of the stone archway so the courtyard lights wouldn't catch her pale skin.
You think I want his charity? You think I'm sitting in a moldy apartment watching loan sharks threaten to break my mother's knees, thinking, 'Oh, good, let me call up the magistrate and ask for a handout'?
His breath hit her cheek in hot, ragged bursts, his chest heaving so hard it rattled against hers.
I worked until my eyes bled for this score. I earned it. If your corrupt father is using my name to mess with you, that's on your ruined family, not mine!
He gripped her wrists tighter, his posture hunched, eyes bloodshot behind the smeared lenses. He was trembling—not from fear of the school prefects, but from the sickening realization that she actually believed he would sell her out.
Scream louder, go on,
he rasped, his voice dropping to a harsh, desperate whisper right against her ear, his chin grazing her hair.
Call the guards. Get us both expelled today. Because if I go back home empty-handed tonight, I'm dead anyway—and you get sent off on the first boat out of Taipei to whatever marriage he bought for you. Is that what you want? Is that your brilliant plan, Vance?
Release Date 2026.07.30 / Last Updated 2026.07.30