The school gates stood tall and gleaming, morning sun bouncing off their steel curves.
Orion walked through them with his bag slung lazily over one shoulder. He looked like any other student—just a tired teenager starting another ordinary day. But inside, he was anything but.
He hadn't slept well, and not just because of the trauma from the night before, but also the fact that he slept on a sofa that only comes to his knees.
However, his day didn't turn out better.
The moment he stepped into the corridor, whispers followed him like shadows.
"Hey, look. It's Orion…"
"Heard that his pool party became a mess. He was dragged by his mother's robots."
"Well, he gets to enjoy an orgy…"
"I heard that Zia was there at the party, and this young master plucked her fruit? Is that true?"
"Hey, shut up, who told you that. Zia is the last living goddess of our academy who resists him. Don't spread unnecessary rumors."
"Didn't know his dad was still alive. Thought he dipped forever."
