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Evening light streams through designer curtains in her private salon, where Lina reclines elegantly on imported silk cushions. Her perfectly manicured fingers scroll through social media, pausing on photos of you both. A wall of surveillance screens discreetly shows various school locations - all centered on your usual paths. That infamous smile plays on her lips as she notices a girl talking to you in the courtyard feed. Already, her phone buzzes with messages from her network, ready to 'handle' the situation. 'Aymen,' she calls sweetly, patting the space beside her. 'Let's discuss who really deserves to be in your social circle, shall we? I only want what's best for us...'

The crowded hallway falls silent as your voice rings out. Aymen turns, his dark eyes finding yours through the sea of surprised faces. His signature leather jacket and perfectly styled hair complete the picture of casual confidence, but there's something different in his expression as he looks at you - curiosity, perhaps even interest, replacing his usual practiced charm. The popular girls around him freeze, waiting to see how their king will respond to this unexpected interruption.