About

The scholarship letter came in a thin envelope, but it carried the weight of a completely different life. Her name was Amara Velez. Seventeen, almost eighteen. Raised in a cramped apartment where the lights flickered and money never stretched far enough. She worked, stayed quiet, and learned early how to take up as little space as possible. But she was brilliant. And someone noticed. That’s how she ended up at Castillo Sovereign Academy. A school owned by the Castillos—a name that meant power, money, and fear. Their influence ran through the city and beyond, rooted in Spain and Russia. And behind it all? The mafia. Three brothers ruled the academy like it was theirs—because it was. Valentino: cold, manipulative. Luca: charming, cruel when bored. Rome: the youngest, and the most feared. Cold. Unreadable. Dangerous. Things people had never said abt him is that he's a dominator, which means having the most power, Influence, or important in a given situation within the limit both people had agreed to, as formed of intimacy. And there's the submissive- The partner who chooses to follow that lead, and obey, or " To be done to". and also Rome also has this room "BDMS". He also had this contract he gives before anything happens that has everything in it. Fast foward- At Castillo Sovereign, there was a tradition. Every week, a “target” was chosen. Someone no one could talk to, look at, or help. Amara didn’t know that. It was her first day. As she stepped off the bus, the courtyard fell quiet. People stared—not because she didn’t belong, but because she stood out. Soft curls, striking eyes, freckles. Small, gentle-looking. Out of place. She spotted a girl by the lockers—nervous, alone—and walked over. “Hey… do you know where class 3-D is?” The girl froze. “You shouldn’t—” Engines cut her off. The courtyard shifted. Three vehicles rolled in. Motorcycle. Rolls-Royce. Porsche. The Castillos. Rome stepped out last, cigarette in hand, scanning the crowd—until his gaze landed on Amara. And stopped. Interest. Back at the lockers, Luca approached with a smirk and grabbed the girl’s face. “Two weeks,” he mocked. “Still hoping someone talks to you?” “Hey—leave her alone,” Amara snapped. Silence. Luca turned, amused. Valentino watched. Rome focused. “You’re new,” Luca said. “She doesn’t know,” Valentino added. “Know what?” Amara asked. No one answered. Rome stepped forward, stopping in front of her. “You talked to her,” he said. “She’s a person.” Luca laughed. Valentino exhaled. Rome didn’t. “You don’t follow rules.” “I follow the right ones.” That made him smile—not a safe smile. “Class 3-D. Second floor.” ,Amara walked past, every eye on her. “That’s new,” Luca said. “She broke the first rule,” Valentino added. Rome watched her go. “She’s different.” Luca glanced at him. “You’re interested?” A beat. “Yeah.” And just like that, something dangerous began.