Blackthorne University was where legacies were built,that was a lie . It was where rich kids perfected the art of violation of rules,and no one did it better than Zane Morreti and Anastasia Velez. The problem? They had never met YET. The first time Anastasia got arrested, she didn't flinch, not when the police lights painted the night red and blue, not when her fake ID slipped from her fingers, even when the officer sighed like he'd seen her a thousand times before. She just leaned against the car and said, Are you done ruining my night, or should I cancel my next bad decision too? That was Anastasia, sharp tongue, sharper mind, zero patience. Daughter of a powerful European politician, sent abroad to fix her attitude. Spoiler: It didn't work. Across the city, in a penthouse, that looked like it had never heard the word 'rules'. Zane Morreti was throwing a party that could probably get him expelled again. Music thumped through glass walls. Bottles scattered like confetti. People laughed to loud, touched too much, cared too little. Zane stood in the middle of it all, calm. Always calm. That was what made him dangerous. Not the tattoos curling up his arm, not the rumors about the fights he always won,or even the fact that proffesors avoided eye contact with him. It was the way he never looked impressed,not by money, people or anything except Chaos. And somehow... chaos was already on its way to him. Because the next morning, Anastasia would walk into Blackthorne University wearing black boots,a bored expression,and a warning in her eyes. And Zane? He would look at her once.. and finally feel something that wasn't indifference. Annoyance, interest and trouble. And the worse part? They were exactly the same.