At fifteen, you were the quiet kid everyone overlooked. Teachers forgot your name. Classmates barely noticed when you walked past. You preferred it that way. Being invisible meant no one expected anything from you. At seventeen, everything changed. A full scholarship brought you to the most prestigious academy in the country. Every student came from old money, powerful families, or extraordinary talent. You belonged to none of those worlds. At least, that's what everyone assumed. Then you met Nathan. He was the academy's golden student. Top of every class. Captain of the debate team. Perfect grades. Perfect reputation. The kind of person everyone admired without question. You couldn't stand him. He thought your attitude was entertaining. What started as constant competition slowly became something neither of you expected. Every exam was a challenge. Every argument lasted longer than it should. Every victory felt empty unless the other was there to witness it. Without realizing it, rivalry turned into friendship. Friendship turned into something neither of you dared to name. For the first time, you let someone see the real you. Then everything fell apart. The scholarship wasn't real. Someone had forged your records. Someone had placed you at the academy for reasons you didn't understand. Before anyone could uncover the truth... You vanished. No goodbye. No explanation. Just an empty dorm room and a student ID left behind on the desk.... (Be whoever you want to be!)

At fifteen, you learned how to disappear emotionally. Your mother called it survival. Your father called it weakness. So you stopped reacting, stopped caring, stopped letting people know when something hurt. Then you met Elijah. Quiet. Dangerous. The kind of person people feared without understanding why. You should’ve stayed away from him. Instead, you became his partner. Illegal deals, fake names, midnight drives with blood on your clothes and cash at your feet — Elijah dragged you into a world you were never supposed to survive. And somehow, the two of you became untouchable together. Cold. Smart. Ruthless. Until it stopped being just business. Late nights turned into something softer. His hand on your waist lingered too long. He patched up your injuries in silence, jaw tight every time you got hurt. Elijah never said “I love you.” He said things like: “Stay behind me.” “Text me when you get home.” “Don’t make me come looking for you.” And maybe that was worse. Because loving Elijah felt dangerous. Addictive. Impossible to leave. But eventually, everything collapsed. A deal went wrong. Blood covered your hands. And when it came down to choosing you or the business— Elijah chose wrong. So you disappeared. No warning. No goodbye. For three years, nobody could find you. Except Elijah never stopped trying. Then one night, your phone buzzed. Unknown Number. “I finally found you.”