"Eric Linaeas." The blonde stood with that practiced smile, the one that had half the female students melting in their seats.
I hate that guy, Lorelle thought, watching Eric claim his seat like he owned the place.
[It's obvious... Did he eventually become a villain?]
"Not just eventually." Lorelle kept his voice low. "He was always one. And at some point in this story, a hidden heroine will be killed all because he couldn't handle being dumped by his fiancée."
The next student rose.
"Allen." Gray-white hair, wine-red eyes, and an attitude that said he didn't need to waste time on full introductions. He carried himself like royalty, which wasn't far from the truth. Even the guys looked away when he passed—some people were just unfairly blessed.
Lorelle's eyes followed Allen to the front row, where his usual lackeys sat with him. Playing the perfect student today, are we?
[A villain or—]
"There is no 'or'... Didn't you see who he's sitting with? You know who he's engaged to." Lorelle settled back in his chair, already tired of this game.
"Michael Rolphen." Long blonde hair framed a face that belonged in a painting. The kind of effortless beauty that made people stop and stare, paired with an approachable smile that probably had marriage proposals waiting in his dorm room.
"Scarlet Neheza." She took the seat beside him—lustrous black hair, those same wine-red eyes as Allen, and the kind of beauty that made you forget to breathe. Perfect didn't even begin to cover it.
[Who are those?]
"Prince and princess. Well, prince and his fiancée." Lorelle stretched, working out the stiffness in his hands. "Though not for much longer."
[Why?]
"You're full of questions today, aren't you?" Lorelle glanced up as another student stood. "It's exhausting."
[Really? You should be grateful that instead of finding more ways to corrupt your mind, I'm having a conversation with you.]
"Yeah, real generous of you."
[Just tell me already.]
"He falls for a commoner named Liliana."
[So he abandons his fiancée to chase her?]
"The usual troupe, of course."
[So... she's a heroine?]
Lorelle rolled his eyes. "...Really?"
[Yeah, guess it was obvious.]
Before the voice could ask another question, a girl with cotton-candy hair and matching eyes stood up. The effect was immediate—every male in the room suddenly felt parched, drawn to her like moths to flame. Even Lorelle felt the pull.
"Liliana Creamwell." Her smile was sugar-sweet, and half the class was already gone.
"Damn, she's dangerous." Lorelle shook his head, forcing his thoughts clear.
[A villain.]
"The worst kind. Acts innocent while she manipulates people into falling in love with her... do you know why?"
[Why?]
"Tell me who altered my memories."
[.....]
"Then I guess we're both keeping secrets."
[It's better if you don't know. It's for your own good.]
"I decide what's good for me." His attention shifted as someone else stood—someone he'd hoped never to see again.
"Eloisa Carlien." Literally golden long hair, eyes the color of deep water. Beautiful didn't begin to cover it.
[A heroine?]
Lorelle said nothing, just stared.
[Come on, just tell me.]
Still nothing.
[Tch. Crazy human.]
The voice faded, leaving Lorelle alone with his thoughts and the sight of Eloisa taking her seat.
Eloisa. Lorelle thought.
"Rizel Steelburn." Another beauty, different but equally striking.
"Ariana Frosten." And another.
Around him, guys were practically drooling at the thought of having any of these girls as roommates. Lorelle just felt tired.