The courtyard buzzed with whispers, the air thick with awe and fear. Students craned their necks toward the black convoy that had just rolled into campus. The name Lancaster carried weight, untouchable, commanding, and dangerous. To see him in person was like seeing royalty, a god among men, every step radiating authority. And then his eyes landed on one girl. Aria. The crowd held its breath. She froze, gripping her bag strap tighter, heart hammering. “Who are you?” Lancaster’s deep voice rolled across the courtyard, every word heavy and sharp. Gasps erupted. Aria’s lips parted, but no sound came out. “Answer me,” he said, stepping closer, eyes piercing through the crowd. Before she could speak, a firm, urgent voice sliced through the tension. “Don’t worry, Papi.” Damian Cole stepped forward, pale but defiant, jaw tight. His usual arrogance clipped, almost trembling, yet his words carried weight. “She’s just a random girl. Stupid, reckless. I’ve got this. You don’t
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