Location: Avalon University – Orientation Day
The campus was chaos.
Luggage. Laughter. Luxury cars and helicopters on the far lawn.
Freshmen stumbled with bags.
Upperclassmen strutted like they owned the world.
And through it all, the Vale siblings walked like they owned the air.
Their Dorm Suite – Private and Perfect
A newly constructed penthouse-style suite, top floor of the elite student wing—available only to "foreign transfer scholars." (Translation: fabricated identities paid for in platinum.)
Marble kitchen. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Three bedrooms, three baths. Private elevator.
Everything handcrafted.
Everything silent.
Because no one knew who they really were.
And that's how it had to stay.
First Looks – First Ripples
Caelan Vale entered the dining hall first.
He wore all black. No logos. No flash. Just gravity.
One girl dropped her tray.
A second whispered, "That guy doesn't walk, he moves."
A third just said: "I call dibs."
He didn't speak.
He sat near the window with his earbuds in—and watched.
Azra Vale came next.
Tight black jeans. A blood-red designer crop jacket. Combat boots.
A rugby captain tried to block her path with a cocky grin.
"Hey, I haven't seen you around. You're—"
She walked through his ego like mist.
He blinked.
Everyone stared.
And no one forgot it.
Liora Vale came last.
Flowing gold skirt. Soft cashmere hoodie. Sunglasses that didn't hide the smile behind them.
A guy held the door for her.
She kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, baby."
He froze. She was already gone.
System Sync – Sibling Check-In
Caelan: 2 Passive Threats Detected (Ignored)
Azra: 1 Jealous Girl, 1 Flustered TA (Muted)
Liora: 3 Crushes Logged, All Irrelevant
System Note: "You're not blending in.
But you are starting something."
Scene: Sibling Circle – Rooftop, That Night
They sat together beneath a sky lit by city glow and starlight.
Champagne. Sushi. Laughter.
Caelan: "The guy in the blue suit challenged me to basketball. Called me a 'rookie.'"
Azra (grinning): "Did you accept?"
Caelan: "No. I want to humiliate him later."
Liora: "Some girl asked me what our 'family does.' I told her we import silence."
They laughed harder than they should've.
But in their laughter—power.
And in their silence—the promise of something greater.
Final Lines
"You think we'll make friends?" Liora asked softly.
Caelan shrugged.
"Maybe. If they're brave."
Azra leaned back on her elbows.
"They have no idea what's coming."
Because this wasn't just college.
This was chapter one of a dynasty in disguise.