Sophia stepped onto the Blackwood University courtyard, her heels clicking on the cobblestones like a countdown no one else could hear.
The midday sun caught the silk of her white blouse, clinging to her curves as if sculpted to perfection.
Heads turned... students, professors, even the campus security... but she barely noticed. She knew they were looking. She thrived on it.
She had not been called the most beautiful goddess on campus for nothing.
Her mind, however, was far from the gawking crowd. It was sharp, precise, buzzing with strategy.
How could she make them crumble? How could she orchestrate everything so they tore at each other, blinded by desire and jealousy, without her lifting a finger beyond the first move? Every glance, every word, every whisper would be her pawn on a chessboard no one else could see.
And then, the spark of an idea cut through the swirl of possibilities, sharp and undeniable.
