Kai Park entered, the letters in his hand a stark contrast to the languid scene of Cian Lee stretched out on the sheets, his skin still warm. Cian’s eyes, heavy-lidded, tracked the envelopes. He took one, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he broke the seal. His expression shifted to genuine surprise. “You got one?” Cian asked, his voice low.
Kai watched as Cian Lee sat up, the movement fluid. “It’s the Skulls-Like,” Cian explained, the name dropping between them like a secret. He described the invitations, the exclusivity, the power that came with them.
Kai Park had heard whispers, of course. A myth on campus. But seeing the proof in Cian’s hand, hearing the certainty in Cian’s voice, made it all terrifyingly real. The air hummed with a new tension, the kind that exists just before a dare is accepted.
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