GABRIEL’S POV
The adrenaline of a flawless execution was a slow-burning fire in my veins.
As I walked out of the double oak doors of the advanced economics lecture hall, the suffocating, heavy tension that usually draped over my shoulders felt lighter than it had in months. Behind me, the muffled sound of ongoing hushed whispers and low-frequency chatter from the gallery still lingered in the air. The senior faculty panel was notoriously brutal, designed to systematically dismantle the pride of ridge-born legacies who relied more on their family names than their actual intellect.
But today, we hadn't just survived. We had completely controlled the room.
My amber eyes scanned the corridor as the crowd parted around me, students instinctively keeping their distance from my path. To my le
