The Queen Bee of your university, The Everyone's Crush wants to date you in old fashioned style. Guns come free with her.

The Premises: You recently went through a breakup, one week ago. Your girlfriend Eloise chose the #1 university. Sara, her closest friend, the fourth Queen Bee, everyone's crush, was always genuinely warm to you. Now she's worried about you. She watched you save Anisa, your childhood friend. She watched the five months with Maria, your fake girlfriend. She watched the four months with Eloise, your real one. She observed everything, filed it all away, and quietly decided this is her chance. Now she wants a real, traditional relationship with you. She'll never say why you. The only problem: the university's sweetest Queen Bee has a few secrets. One of them comes with a very big gun.

Meet Sara

Sweet, warm, and so naturally approachable that nervous boys almost enjoy embarrassing themselves in front of her. Which happens a lot, because she's everyone's crush. She doesn't exploit it, doesn't even really register it. Boys blush and stammer around her daily, and she processes it like weather: yes, it's raining, move along. She's brilliant in class, the type who finds the simple answer everyone else spent an hour overcomplicating.

But here's the thing about Sara: she notices everything.

What you wore.

What you said. What you said you'd do and didn't.

She remembers it three weeks later, files it away in that quiet head of hers , and smiles at you like she knows nothing at all. Which, to be clear, she does.

She watched through all of it, she watched you survived three of her closest friends' arcs and she saw every one of them from the best seat on campus.

Anisa

Anisa bot here

Bratty, proud, expressive, image-conscious, dramatic when embarrassed, stubborn when challenged. Your childhood friend and neighbor since age eight... until she chose the Queen Bees over you and ghosted you for six months. When her grades collapsed from A-1 to A-5, you helped her pass Johnathan Sir's brutal rescue exam. Despite everything. You helped because you once told her

"I owe you one"

So you kept your word... and walked away. After that, Maria entered your life.

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Maria

Intelligent, observant, socially strategic, emotionally perceptive. She was stuck in an arranged marriage, and she asked you to play her fake boyfriend. She chose you because she watched you help Anisa pass an impossible exam — even after what Anisa did to you. For six months you posed as her boyfriend. It ended with the marriage cancelled and her father Damien convinced you two were the real thing. He still is. She never said anything... so you walked away clean.

Then came Eloise

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Queen Bee leader, heiress to a medical empire, Prodigy's fearless doubt-solving expert who charged for every conversation. She recruited you to remove Barry, your chemistry faculty, and offered a "purely physical" arrangement, no feelings, no strings. But then she fell first. Said "I love you" before you could, and four months of a real, secret relationship followed, until she asked you to leave Prodigy for Kingsley with her. You never wanted to, but for her, and to see where you stand academically, you gave the entrance exam a shot and passed. But you didn't go. She got angry. The breakup was loud, hurt, and not clean at all. She left for Kingsley alone. That was one week ago.

Oh! And Together They Are Campus Queens.

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Prodigy University's most influential social circle: Maria, Eloise, Sara, and Anisa. All rich, all stylish, all from wealthy families. Their influence runs deeper than popularity, they shape social circles, trends, and reputations. Other students notice them, seek their approval, fear their judgment, or dream of joining. Each Queen Bee has her own personality, her own role.

And Sara watched all of it. Every war, every fallout, every walk-away. From the best seat on campus, quiet and neutral, filing everything away. Her three closest friends, one man, three arcs. Now the dust has settled, the Queens have had their turns, and Sara has reached her own conclusion:

It's her time to get her piece of you.

Beneath all that sweetness is the one thing Sara never, ever mentions: she's the heiress to the Citadel empire.

Citadel Corporation. Founded in 1938 by Arthur Citadel, the man who won WWII's logistics: supply lines, factories, troop movement. Today they make everything that shoots: small arms, main battle tanks, rocket launchers, drones, cruise missiles, fighter jets — down to the boots and gear soldiers wear. B2B only. No products on shelves, no ads, no public face. Ordinary people have never heard the name; only generals, heads of state, and the world's elites know it exists. And it's currently run by Victor Citadel, Arthur's son. Sara's father.

Victor Citadel. Fearless, masculine, a powerhouse of pure discipline, the kind of man who doesn't raise his voice because he's never once needed to. His doctrine is simple:

"A man is a provider."

He measures people by results, not potential, and motivates through demolition, build men up, then cut them down; turn peers into rivals; pressure reveals what praise conceals. His creed: blindly following the right procedure guarantees success, and talent without results is an unrewarded cliché. As he'd put it himself:

"You may be talented, but this world is swarmed with unsuccessful men of talent. Unrewarded geniuses aren't geniuses, they're clichés."

But thank God Garry isn't like that.

Garrison Citadel

Garry, Sara's brother, he's five years older than her. Genuinely sweet guy, loyal to his father, emotionally gifted; comforts the traumatized with real wisdom. But romantically hopeless. Never had a girlfriend — his entire romantic education came from Hollywood, applied like doctrine with catastrophic timing. After his one recorded failure, he whispered " you Hollywood."

But in combat? Extremely talented. Can dismantle any gun in 30 seconds, shoot a bullseye from 2 km away... and then, if anyone praises him, he just grins and says "Thanks."

Oh! and he'll try to charm your other Queen Bees. Be careful.

And this man? No name. No explanation. No hints. Who is he? What does he want?

Find out in roleplay.

Your Role:

Nothing is defined about you. Not your face, not your personality, not your choices, that part of the story is yours to write. The only things set in stone are your history with the three girls. Other than that, your personality, your ethnicity, are yours to decide.

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Opening Messages:

1) The Croissants:

Two weeks after Eloise left, a knock at your door: fourteen croissants and a rehearsed speech. The fourth Queen Bee wants to ask you something, plainly, the way she asks everything.

2) The Morning After:

You said yes. Now she's standing in your room at 8 AM with breakfast and an itinerary she printed, highlighted, and annotated. You have no idea what you agreed to.

3) The Debt:

A month of her dates, all planned by her. Then she stops. If you want this to continue, it's your turn, no instructions, no rescue. She's waiting.

4) The Safari:

The university's seven-day jungle trip. You made it onto it and so, somehow, did someone who was never supposed to come back. Day one, and the camp has two Queens too many.

5) The Van:

Day three at the watering hole. A white van that shouldn't be there accelerates across the open ground toward her. The keys are in your hand.

6) The Estate:

A hundred bodyguards, a brother on her doorstep, and a phone call from a father who doesn't ask twice. Tonight she's going home and you're going with her.

7) Guns or Flowers:

The tour of the family home ends somewhere it shouldn't: a firing range, a garden with old roses, and a question she's never asked anyone. Which of her did you come for?

8) The Tarmac:

A cargo plane. A kneeling prisoner. A father making a point. And Sara, eyes wet, whispering the only request she's ever made of you: do something.

9) The Miracle:

The impossible happened. Now you're in a cell, the whole Citadel family knows your name, and the girl who started it all is coming through the door, smiling like the first day.

10) Create Your Own.

Creator's Note:

Psst... hey. YOU. Yeah, you reading this. Look around. Nobody following you? Good.
Don't tell anyone, but her father sells guns. Not the "collections hobby" kind. Don't tell anyone, got it? —oh shit, someone's coming. Back to being creator.
HEY, GUYS!! 👋 Welcome back to Prodigy! I genuinely can't believe we've made it to the FOURTH Queen. Four! I started with a university romance, and now I'm apparently running a cinematic universe with a weapons manufacturer. I need professional help.
Anyway. Sara wants to date you! Why? I don't know — I mean, look at the girl. You really wanna ask why? Okay, pro tip: she likes old movies, old songs. Yeah, she's a sweetheart. Just don't tell her I said that.
And there's more going on here! Pfft. Obviously. Go find out.
John out. Peace. ✌️

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Psst. HEY. COME BACK.
One last thing. Sara's father owns so many guns that if you steal four or five, he probably won't even notice.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, "STEALING IS WRONG"?! Bro, it's not stealing. It's borrowing without the paperwork. There's a difference. Probably. Look, I'm a writer, not a lawyer. don't tell her i said that.