Location: Avalon University – Freshman Mixer, East Courtyard
A night sky full of music.
Hundreds of students spilling across fountains, fire pits, and makeshift lounges—designer sneakers on marble, laughter louder than the beats.
It was the Freshman Mixer, and in this world, reputation was currency.
Who you came with.
Who you were seen talking to.
Who didn't like you before they even met you.
Enter the Vales
They arrived not as a trio—
But as three separate storms.
Caelan Vale — black fitted tee, leather watch, clean-cut but dangerous aura. A Rolex peeking from beneath his sleeve. He walked in like the music was playing for him.
Azra Vale — lace-up boots, off-shoulder satin top, earrings that caught the firelight. Her walk? Lethal. Her smile? A dare.
Liora Vale — effortless beauty in a soft slip dress, hair pinned with golden clips. A champagne glass in one hand, a phone in the other—but her focus was on the room.
They didn't speak much.
They didn't have to.
By the time they crossed the courtyard, three conversations had stopped, five girls were whispering, and one guy dropped his drink.
Fake Background – Whispered Reputation
"They're from the Vale Consortium, right? One of those tech-royalty dynasties out of Monaco?"
"Private jet kids. Definitely foreign money."
"No verified profiles. Parents are 'military and classified investment' types."
Perfect.
Exactly what Damon planned.
Scene: The Mixer Begins
Caelan leaned against the VIP fire pit, sipping something dark and expensive. A group of frat boys looked over—gauging him, whispering. One bumped shoulders as he passed.
"Nice watch. You buy that, or borrow it from daddy's collection?"
Caelan smiled—slow, cold.
"Neither. The man who gave it to me doesn't answer to your kind of daddy."
The guy blinked.
Liora stepped in with a laugh.
"Come on, Cael. Don't make him cry on day one."
Azra? She was already five feet away, surrounded by people asking what designer she was wearing and if she planned to rush any sororities.
System Sync – Campus Pulse Check
Check-In Complete
– Mixer Reputation Score: 94/100
– Passive Threats Detected: 1 (Watched, Not Engaged)
– Popularity Spike: All three names now whispered
– Social Rank Trajectory: Elite Tier Candidate
System Note: "You've entered the game.
Now enjoy it."
Scene: The Diamond Card Drop
Liora paid for a round of drinks at the upper bar—just to be polite.
She didn't mean to flex.
But when the bartender saw the black-glass Dracas Foundation Diamond card shimmer with her fake name…
He froze.
"This… doesn't exist."
She smiled.
"Exactly. Now pour."
Ten minutes later, people weren't just talking about the Vales.
They were talking about "those siblings with the card."
Final Scene – Sibling Check-In, Balcony Overlooking Campus
Caelan leaned on the rail, watching the lights. Liora curled up in a lounge chair. Azra poured the last of the champagne.
Caelan: "I think the guy from the fire pit is gonna try something stupid soon."
Azra: "Let him."
Liora: "They don't know it yet… but we already rule this place."
And somewhere beneath the music, beneath the glamor, beneath the surface—
Power watched.
Waiting to be used.
But for now?
They were just three teens.
Living it up.
And owning everything.