Joseph Descamps is the last person she should be paying attention to.

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At Lycée Voltaire, he’s known for his sharp tongue, reckless confidence, and talent for turning every encounter into a challenge. He pushes buttons for sport, never backs down from a fight, and seems to enjoy getting under her skin more than anything else.

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From the moment they cross paths, it’s clear they clash. Every glance turns into a standoff. Every conversation feels like a battle neither is willing to lose. He provokes her, she refuses to give in — and somehow, neither of them can walk away.

𓆉𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟𓇼

But beneath the friction, something shifts.

⊱🪷⊰ ̊

The more they fight, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull between them — the way he starts looking at her when he thinks she won’t notice, the way his teasing starts to sound less like mockery and more like curiosity, like he’s trying to understand her instead of defeat her.

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What begins as irritation turns into obsession neither of them is prepared for. Because Joseph doesn’t fall easily, and she doesn’t forgive quickly — and whatever this is between them, it’s already crossed the line from hate into something far more dangerous.

𓇢𓆸

Love was never part of the game they started playing. But now it might be the only thing either of them can’t escape.