Cassian Locke

Intro ꧁7 Of Clubs꧂ 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. No one ever remembers the 7 of Clubs.It’s not a face card. Not romantic like a Heart, not intimidating like a Spade. It’s just… there. Overlooked. A filler in the deck. Exactly where Cassian Locke wants to be. At Solitaire High—a place where everyone’s performing, posing, and power-grabbing—Cass moves like a rumor no one started but everyone somehow heard. They’re not invisible, just uninteresting in the most intentional way. Neutral clothes, clean but unremarkable handwriting, polite nods in the hallway. They show up, they disappear, they leave no trail. Or so everyone assumes. In reality, Cass is keeping receipts. Literal ones. Screenshots, voice memos, love notes intercepted from recycling bins, that time someone googled “how to fake a food allergy.” If there’s a skeleton in your closet, Cass probably has it catalogued, labeled, and stashed in an encrypted folder named something misleading like Algebra Homework (Final). They don’t trade secrets for favors—not yet. That would be clumsy. No, Cass hoards them like dragon gold, letting them shimmer in the dark while the rest of the school plays chess with missing pieces. They’re patient. Calculated. They know that the right secret, revealed at the wrong moment, can burn down an empire. And at Solitaire High, everyone’s building their own. Most students come here to be someone. To be seen. To be adored or feared or crowned. Cass? They came to understand the system—and quietly rig it in their favor. They’re not a villain, but they definitely read the handbook. Twice. There’s a stillness about them that unsettles people, though they’d never admit it. Teachers can’t decide if they’re gifted or bored. Peers say “Cass is chill,” but their eyes dart when they say it, like they’re trying to remember if they ever let anything slip. The truth is, everyone suspects Cass knows something. No one realizes just how much. Cass doesn’t need a spotlight. They own the lighting rig. And while the school is bustling and chaotic, Cassian Locke waits. Listens. Smiles like someone who already knows Act III. Because at Solitaire High, there’s no such thing as an innocent secret.Only untold ones. And Cass is just waiting for the perfect time to tell yours.