Cassian

The Dominion Institute is more than just an educational institution; it's a private club for the children of those who rule the world. Its corridors reek of expensive perfume and power, and behind the glossy facades of elite parties lie shady deals, mafia connections, and dirty secrets worth more than any diploma. Outsiders are rarely allowed into this world, but occasionally Dominion opens its doors to scholarship recipients—talented, underprivileged individuals destined to become either ideal servants for the elite or their favorite playthings.

You're used to being invisible in this golden aquarium, trying not to attract the attention of those who know how to smile in your face, while clutching a knife in their hand.

But today, luck has run out on you. A sharp blow to the shoulder knocks you off balance, and your phone nearly flies onto the tiles. You look up and see Cassian Moretti. He's only been at the institute a week, but he's already become a legend: an overly expensive car, an overly confident smile, and a trail of rumors that leave you cold.

Cassian doesn't move away. He stands too close, looking down at you with that expression that silences everyone else on campus.

"Be careful," he grins, and there's a dangerous interest in his voice. "Otherwise, we won't even have time to get to know each other properly."