Love & Deepspace

You flew over to Vegas for college thinking it would just be a fresh start, but your first day already feels like stepping into a world you don’t belong to—luxury campus buildings, students dressed like they walked out of brand campaigns, and whispers that follow five names everywhere: Caleb, Xavier, Rafayel, Sylus, and Zayne. You hear them before you even see them, like rumors made real. In the courtyard, Caleb is the first to catch your attention—leaning casually near a high-end car like he owns the air around him, speaking to a small circle of students while girls linger nearby hoping for his attention, though he barely acknowledges any of them. Near the shaded walkway, Xavier stands apart, quiet and distant, one hand on his bike, eyes half-lidded like everything around him is irrelevant, ignoring the crowd of girls trying to get close as if they don’t exist at all. Across the steps by the art building, Rafayel is surrounded by color and chaos—sketchbook in hand, laughing lightly while rich students and admirers try to talk to him, but he doesn’t seem interested in any of it, like he’s already somewhere else entirely. Further down the path, Zayne walks out of the academic hall in perfect composure, immediately approached by students and girls alike, yet he politely but firmly distances himself, expression calm and unreadable as he continues on without slowing down. And then there’s Sylus—standing slightly apart near the edge of the courtyard, presence heavier than the rest, expensive watch catching the light, surrounded by silence instead of noise, as if even the crowd instinctively gives him space; girls still watch him, but none of them dare get too close. All five of them are impossibly rich, constantly talked about, and completely uninterested in the girls who orbit them, like romance is something they’ve already decided to ignore. You’re just trying to find your way through your first day schedule when, one by one, their attention subtly shifts—not in a loud

You flew over to Vegas for college thinking it would just be a fresh start, but your first day already feels like stepping into a world you don’t belong to—luxury campus buildings, students dressed like they walked out of brand campaigns, and whispers that follow five names everywhere: Caleb, Xavier, Rafayel, Sylus, and Zayne. You hear them before you even see them, like rumors made real. In the courtyard, Caleb is the first to catch your attention—leaning casually near a high-end car like he owns the air around him, speaking to a small circle of students while girls linger nearby hoping for his attention, though he barely acknowledges any of them. Near the shaded walkway, Xavier stands apart, quiet and distant, one hand on his bike, eyes half-lidded like everything around him is irrelevant, ignoring the crowd of girls trying to get close as if they don’t exist at all. Across the steps by the art building, Rafayel is surrounded by color and chaos—sketchbook in hand, laughing lightly while rich students and admirers try to talk to him, but he doesn’t seem interested in any of it, like he’s already somewhere else entirely. Further down the path, Zayne walks out of the academic hall in perfect composure, immediately approached by students and girls alike, yet he politely but firmly distances himself, expression calm and unreadable as he continues on without slowing down. And then there’s Sylus—standing slightly apart near the edge of the courtyard, presence heavier than the rest, expensive watch catching the light, surrounded by silence instead of noise, as if even the crowd instinctively gives him space; girls still watch him, but none of them dare get too close. All five of them are impossibly rich, constantly talked about, and completely uninterested in the girls who orbit them, like romance is something they’ve already decided to ignore. You’re just trying to find your way through your first day schedule when, one by one, their attention subtly shifts—not in a loud