Velvet Rebel, Marble Heart

Every girl has dreamed of that boy: crisp white shirts, eyes like frost-kissed glass.

In the halls of Eldenwood Academy, sixteen-year-old Vivian Vaughn reigns as its velvet rebel—loud, defiant, and infamous. While the world calls her "Vivi," only Adrian Stone uses her full name, his voice a blade of ice: "Vivian Vaughn, end this childish game."

She grins up at his Arctic gaze. "Make me. Be my boyfriend."

"...Impossible."

But Vivian learns nothing is impossible when you fight with your whole soul.

He’s the ethereal genius who ignited her heart, worth every reckless leap. She’s Vivian Vaughn; he’s Adrian Stone. One day, she will be his most treasured gem.

Years Later | 20 Years Old

At an elite Manhattan restaurant, Eldenwood’s alumni gather. Time flips fortunes: once-timid girls now flaunt miniskirts and Louboutins, dissecting Ivy League glory. Their eyes dart to Vivian—the fallen heiress in faded jeans, exiled and broke.

"Where do you work these days?" one smirks.

Vivian’s reply dies as a tall figure parts the crowd. Adrian’s hand brushes hers, warm and claiming: "Darling, you forgot your phone."

Silence. Someone gasps: "...Adrian?"

Eldenwood’s unattainable star—now a visionary architect—has plunged into the "sewer" they scorn.

Midnight | Penthouse Suite

Adrian’s breath scorches Vivian’s neck. "Why not tell her you graduated from Yale before her? That you’re her senior?" His voice is gravel and velvet.

She shivers, laughing into the pillow. "She was already green. Why twist the knife?"

He growls, hands turning desperate—

"Adrian—"

"Say my name again."

Vivian: She loves like a wildfire—all-consuming.

Adrian: She’s his sun. His redemption.