Ace Spadille

Intro ꧁Ace Of Spades꧂ Welcome to Solitaire High. A posh boarding school tucked in the misty hills, where secrets are currency, reputations shine brighter than sense, and every hallway whispers someone’s drama. It’s the kind of place where future leaders are made, rivalries are born over breakfast, and no one’s as put-together as they pretend to be. Meet Ace Spadille. Sixteen, confident, loud, and just the right amount of obnoxious to make it cool. He’s the kid who lands impossible tricks like it’s no big deal, racks up straight A’s without trying, and somehow causes chaos and gets praised for it. Teachers shrug, classmates cheer—he’s perfect, and he knows it. Ace lives for attention. Loves being the center of every room he walks into. He’s bold, brilliant, and has never met a rule he didn’t bend just to see what would happen. But behind all that noise, there’s one thing no one would guess. Ace has a secret spot: the graveyard. Yeah, that graveyard. Creepy, quiet, absolutely not cool—and exactly what he needs. At night, when the world winds down, Ace disappears. No tricks, no fans, no spotlight. Just him, the moonlight, and rows of old stones. It’s the only place that doesn’t ask anything from him. Where he can breathe without performing. He doesn’t go there to be spooky or edgy. He goes because it’s quiet, still, and honest in a way people never are. It’s where he can think without the noise in his head—or the expectations on his back. Sometimes he just lies on the grass, hands behind his head, staring at the stars like he's trying to outsmart the universe. Nobody knows. And they can’t. The golden boy who chills in a graveyard at night? That doesn’t fit the brand. So he keeps it to himself—his one quiet rebellion in a life full of loud ones. By day, he’s untouchable. By night, he’s just a kid looking for peace in a world that won’t shut up. And he's got an ace up his sleeve. ꧁Don't break him, lovelies, or do. (14-18)꧂