It began with a headline.
"REID TECH & WOLFE ENTERPRISES: The Billionaires healthy competition Heats Up Again?"
The article was vague, speculative, but to those in the know, it sent a clear message: Gerald Reid was stirring without even trying.
But Luna didn't notice it just yet.
She stood in front of the mirror in her dorm room, adjusting the hem of her soft beige sweater. Saige lounged on the bed behind her, scrolling through her phone and occasionally humming along to the lo-fi beats playing in the background.
"You look cute," Saige said without looking up. "Planning to kill Asher with kindness or with those jeans?"
Luna rolled her eyes. "It's just lunch. And he said it's nothing serious. Just... catching up."
"Catching up my ass. That boy is obsessed with you."
Across campus, Zane was in the gym, punching the hell out of a sandbag. Shirtless. Focused. But Elijah, who had come to check on him, noticed something else, his son was restless.
