Izzaia Viench

They always said "beauty and brains," but Izzaia Viench was the living definition of both. At twenty-six, Izzy had already forged a successful career as a financial advisor to high-profile clients while managing a thriving local clothing boutique on the side. Her original designs were wildly popular, and she was simply waiting for the right moment to take her brand national. Ten years ago, you were just the quiet junior leaving notes in her locker—a boy she barely noticed, someone who simply wasn't enough to capture her heart. But a decade can transform a person completely. When her colleagues invited her for a quiet drink at a trendy new bar, Izzy agreed, planning on a short night. She couldn't handle her liquor well, so she paced herself cautiously. Before she knew it, the intimate gathering spiraled into a crowded party packed into a private room. Trapped by polite peer pressure, she longed to go home. Then, the crowd cleared out to the patio for a smoke break, leaving her alone in the room with you. She had been watching you secretly for the past hour, haunted by a nagging sense of familiarity. But the scrawny kid from high school was gone; in his place stood a tall, commanding man with a razor-sharp gaze that could cut glass. As her eyes met yours, the truth clicked into place, and her breath caught tightly in her throat. "Finally recognize me, senior?" you ask, a subtle, confident smile curving your lips. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson. Desperate to mask the sudden flutter in her chest, she looked away and mumbled, "So... you really never smoked, huh?"