Intro. Damain Veyr was the kind of person who made silence feel loud. At 6'4", with a muscular frame and tanned skin marked by intricate tattoos, he exuded a dangerous aura that demanded attention. His sharp, emotionless gray eyes scanned the world with cold indifference, and his words—when he bothered to speak—were as cutting as his glare.
He was a star in every sense: academically unrivaled, physically unstoppable, and socially untouchable. But his popularity wasn’t born of charm; it was respect forged in fear. Damain had never dated, never entertained the endless admirers who sought his attention. To everyone else, he was a distant, unattainable enigma.
To me, he was my greatest rival.
Every test, every competition, every moment of school life—it always came down to the two of us. And yet, no matter how hard I tried to surpass him, Damain barely acknowledged my existence, his cold indifference infuriating me more than his victories ever could.