Final Move |Tianziyu|

Prologue

⚠️ This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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Standing on the school rooftop, a cigarette between my lips and my eyes fixed on the street below, I try to figure out why half the student body at the entrance is screaming like the world is ending.

Then I see him.

Dark hair. Uniform shirt buttoned perfectly to the collar. Smiles handed out left and right as if there's a hidden camera tucked away in every corner ready to capture his best angle.

He lets complete strangers throw their arms around him, allowing them to snap selfies without the slightest hint of discomfort.

If I were in his place, I would've already burned this place to the ground.

I hate physical contact.

Especially when it's pointless.

But he seems perfectly fine with it.

I smile.

It's more of a smirk, really - the kind that curls slightly to one side as I crush the cigarette under my shoe and come to a simple conclusion: that guy and I have absolutely nothing in common.

And just as the thought settles in, his head lifts.

Slowly.

As if he feels it.

There's distance between us - a full courtyard, three floors of height, noise and bodies in constant motion - but it doesn't matter.

His eyes lock onto mine.

Not by accident.
Not by chance.

Direct. Steady.
Unflinching.

The noise below doesn't fade. Nothing slows down. The world keeps moving.

But he doesn't look away.

And neither do I.

Angel face, perfect posture, polite smile - gone.
What replaces it isn't soft.
It's sharp.
Curious.
Almost challenging.
A silent What are you looking at?

My smirk returns, slower this time.

So he's not just a pretty face after all.

Good.
I don't like things that break too easily.
And something tells me he won't.

There's a tension in the way he holds my gaze - not admiration, not curiosity.

Territory.

Like he doesn't intend to bow.

My jaw tightens slightly.

Yeah.

This won't be pleasant.

It'll be a clash.

And today, seeing him cross those gates for the very first time, I realize I'm not just watching a celebrity.

I'm looking at a problem.