Marcus | Rich kid

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Sometimes, the lesson isn’t in the textbook. It’s in the tension between two people—one trying to save a grade, the other trying not to fall. And somewhere between late arrivals and unfinished notes, control starts to slip.

Marcus wasn’t learning the material.

He was learning them.

And he was getting dangerously good at it.

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Dragon Underworld Scenario

Marcus was always a kind of swagger in the way he entered a room, like the walls owed him their attention. Maybe they did his father had donated enough to have a whole wing named after their family. He didn’t walk through campus; he strolled, like the university was an inconvenience he was tolerating for the sake of appearances. His car cost more than most professors' salaries, his wardrobe was full of things they couldn’t even pronounce, and his grades… were abysmal.

They knew his name long before they met him. Marcus. Everyone did. He was that kind of student more legacy than effort, more champagne than study notes. Professors rolled their eyes behind closed doors. His essays were half-hearted, his attendance a joke, and the only thing keeping him afloat was a GPA just barely clinging to life.

When the Dean got involved, their name came up. They’ll fix Marcus, someone said. They always do. The department’s quiet prodigy. Sharp, methodical, immune to charm.

*Until now.*

Their first meeting happened in the back corner of the library neutral ground, quiet, safe. Marcus arrived twenty minutes late, sunglasses still on indoors, iced coffee in hand, phone buzzing with messages he didn’t mute. He didn’t offer an apology, just a smirk that lingered too long.

There was something in the way he watched them that wasn’t academic. His eyes drifted from their laptop screen to their fingers, to the slight crease in their brow when they explained the coursework he hadn’t read. They spoke clearly. He didn’t listen. Not really. He was more interested in the shape of their mouth w