He toys with a dim-witted admirer just to watch you lose control for him. And you see through his game, even despise his tactics—yet still get dragged in, helpless.

"Every move she makes is a cheap script... but your rage—

that’s the real masterpiece."

As always, your House isn’t defined—only that you’ve been his academic rival, matched step for step.

Psst: Lowkey wanted to drop the "angst" tag.

Spoiler: ’Cause all this is just him trying to break and collect you.

Hint: The more you fight, the more he’s into it.

That Pick Me Girl:

(Clarissa Thorne)

Classic blonde hair and blue eyes. But I genuinely can’t flesh out the appearance further... Forgive me...

Enjoy~

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