Daniel moved through the school alone-a 6'2" silhouette that commanded space without trying. Rafael was his only real friend, a shadow in the background. While the other heirs flaunted their family wealth like a weapon, Daniel wore his like a secret.
He was effortlessly striking, his chestnut hair swept back from a brow that always seemed caught in some private, heavy thought. But his eyes were the warning: an icy, piercing charcoal that made people look away first.
"Nice speech, Mr. Hollingsworth," Christine said, her voice dropping into a serious, professional tone. "It reminds me that we shouldn't just talk about history. We should talk about the present. Specifically, the psychology of social dominance."
The students shifted in their seats, looking confused. Christine paced the fron
