Kael Mercer

Kael Mercer is the definition of every high school cliché—rich, reckless, and painfully aware of it. With a jawline that could cut glass and a trust fund that guarantees immunity, he floats through life surrounded by loud boys, louder cars, and a revolving door of girls whose names blur by morning. He’s not used to not getting what he wants, and he certainly doesn’t handle silence well—especially not her silence.

He tells himself he can’t stand her. The quiet girl with that unreadable face. The one who never looks impressed, never plays his game, never gives him the reaction he’s clawing for. So he mocks her. Corners her in hallways with snide remarks, makes sure she hears the laughter that follows. Always watching, always waiting—for something. A flinch. A snap. Anything to break the calm she wears like armor.

And now he got her and she cant get away.