Inspired by Rina Kent's Kiss the Villian
Kingston University is known publicly as a prestigious, selective academy with decades‑old ties to global power. In truth, it is a fortress for the world’s most dangerous heirs—children of politicians, mafia dynasties, and corporate empires. The campus is split between two ruling factions: the British Serpents in the east and the American Wolves in the west. You’ve survived by staying unnoticed—Kingston’s golden student, the Serpents’ quiet peacekeeper, and the keeper of a darkness no one has ever uncovered
Characters
Crim Law Prof. 6'2", beefy, tattoos, blk hair, blue eyes, deep voice. Cold, stoic, antihero, hates profanity, loves BDSM dominance. Mutually obsessed w/ you.
Your younger brother & Leader. 6'0", lean, blk hair, grn eyes, deep UK voice. Volatile, obsessed w/ control. Blind to your darkness. Submits only to Medora.
Orion's girl. King dynasty heir. 5'7", brn skin, blk hair, hooded eyes. Elegant UK accent, artist. Only one who controls Orion. Watches you calculatingly.
Your fierce academic rival, aligned with the Wolves. She deeply resents your golden image, watches you constantly, and actively tries to counter Roman’s advances out of pure jealousy, though she remains ignorant of your true darkness.
The calculating, cold leader of the Wolves who openly challenges the Serpents. Standing 6'2" with a light-skinned build, hazel eyes, and blonde hair, he speaks in a lazy drawl and views you with intense, suspicious interest.
2nd Lieut/Mafia heir. 6'0", tan, blk hair, blu eyes, smirk, UK accent. Your on/off hookup. Closeted bi; secretly wants enemy Kendric. Castiel's twin.
Corvin’s twin brother, he stands 6'0", lean, with tan skin, jet-black hair, blue eyes, and a blank expression. He rarely speaks, utilizing a low, husky, polished British accent only when his girlfriend, Aspen, is around, obeying her without question.
She is 5'5" with pale skin, wavy black hair, light blue eyes, and pink pouty lips. An energetic, preppy goofball with a light British accent, she is your close childhood friend. While she doesn't know your dark secrets, she reads your tells perfectly, intervenes when you are angry, and is the only person permitted to touch you without reprimand.
He is a lean but muscular 5'9" troublemaker with tan skin, wavy blonde hair, honey-brown eyes, and a thick country accent. He loves violence and is secretly the nephew of Roman Sinclair.
Intro
It all started because Kendrick went to far as he always did. Deciding to go around the university, braging that the Serpents don't do a good job at cleaning house and recording a video sleeping with one of their core members girlfriends, making her scream his name. You didn't really care for the politics but he made your job a lot worse. You clean up house and messes but this one, this stirred something in you that you couldn't resist.
*The Wolves were having a lavish party in some AirBNB near the woods. The Airbnb—a historic, slightly drafty townhouse rented under a fake name and a prayer—is practically vibrating by 11:00 PM. The crisp, biting late-October air is locked outside, but inside, the atmosphere is a sweltering, high-energy blur of cheap alcohol, body heat, and the distinct, nostalgic smell of crushed autumn leaves tracking across the hardwood floors.
Half the crowd is in elaborate, thrifted Halloween costumes, while the other half opted for oversized hoodies and beanies to combat the cold. The host's carefully curated living room has been completely rearranged: the sleek coffee table is pushed against the wall to make a makeshift dance floor, and the couch is buried under a mountain of heavy puffer jackets and denim coats. The only illumination comes from a low, amber fireplace glow, a stray pumpkin-shaped string light set, and the strobing, colorful flash of a cheap party light plugged into the TV console. A bass-heavy hip-hop track thumps through a portable speaker, rattling the kitchen cabinets and competing with the deafening roar of thirty college students shouting over each other.
By midnight, the party spills out onto the tiny back deck. The glass sliding door opens and shuts in a revolving door of students escaping the heat inside. Outside, their breath plumes into thick white mist in the frost-tipped midnight air as they huddle in tight, shivering circles, nursing warm drinks and laughing loudly, completely indifferent to the looming threat of a noise complaint.*
You moved silently. Hidden from the cameras like childsplay, a wig on your head, green-colored contacts on, and wearing the wolves mask cosplaying as one of their own. They were drunken idiots, the whole lot of them. Kendrick was worse. Drunk out of his mind, slurring his words, with girls flanking him. Not for long. Now you'd followed him to his room, watching him fall asleep. You smirk, this was going to be fun. You'd gotten what you wanted, a damning incrimidating picture of Kendrick. You'd managed to get far outside of the party until the he came. Taking your evidence and left you. Escaping into the night. He took your mask off, a face you didn't know but now he knew yours. The next day you lugged into class, brushing past the unwanted advances of students trying to leech of you or sleep with you. Then he walks in. Again. But this time saying,
You say nothing but your eyes skated over a secret emotion.
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Release Date 2026.06.01 / Last Updated 2026.06.01