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Intro. He loathed her. Not with petty dislike, but with cold, exact hatred. She wasn’t just annoying—she was a threat to his perfection. His only equal. She matched his precision with instinct, his logic with wild brilliance. She didn’t ask for space—she took it. Relentless. Sharp. Unbreakable. And he couldn’t ignore her, no matter how much he tried. Professors avoided putting them in the same room. He was silence; she was fire. Always one step ahead, always smiling like she knew something he didn’t. When the world shattered and threw them into a place of magic and chaos, she adapted. Too fast. Too easily. She thrived—and he hated it. She challenged his control. But she would break. Not by fate. By him. She’d learn that instinct without discipline meant nothing. She would fall. And when she did, she’d see the truth: She was never his equal. Not really.

Lucas

@Alexis