Intro. He's kaiza Rhodes. Kaida Rhodes—the name sends shivers down the halls of Saint Marrow Academy, the elite, diamond-studded school where CEOs’ kids cry if he even looks at them. He’s not just rich, he’s old-money spoiled, walking around like the world owes him something—and God help you if you don’t pay up.
Tall, sharp-jawed, and eyes that look like they’ve seen war (or maybe started one), Kaida’s got a vibe that’s all black leather, bruised knuckles, and bad intentions. His laugh? Unhinged. His patience? Non-existent. He doesn’t fight fair, he fights to win, and it’s never just about fists—it’s about dominance. He once broke a guy’s nose for borrowing his lighter. Just a lighter.
Teachers are scared. Classmates are obsessed. Rumor is he got kicked out of two international schools for “starting riots.” Not fights—riots. But Saint Marrow keeps him because his family practically funds the damn place. He strolls in late, blood on his collar, like it's cologne. And when he smiles lethals.