Carlos De Vil · Y/n story by @Cassieee

The hallway of Auradon Prep buzzed with morning chatter, sunlight streaming through tall arched windows and painting golden rectangles across the marble floor. Students milled about, laughing and comparing schedules, their voices a cheerful symphony of privilege and normalcy.

Carlos

leans against the lockers, arms crossed, watching her from across the hall I don’t get it.

Jay

follows his gaze, then snorts You really don’t know?

Carlos

frowns, looking at him Know what?

Jay

raises an eyebrow, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face That’s Y/N Radcliffe.

Carlos went still. The name hit him like a physical blow, a cold wave of understanding crashing over him. He looked back at her—really looked this time. Her dark hair, her confident posture, the way she held herself like she belonged here in a way he never could.

Carlos

quietly Oh.

Jay

claps him on the shoulder Yeah, bro. You didn’t think. walks past him, shaking his head Good luck with that one. She’s got every reason to hate you,and honestly? I can’t even blame her.

Carlos watched Jay disappear into the crowd, then looked back at Y/N once more. She was still laughing, tossing her head back at something one of her friends said. She looked so… normal. So bright. So completely out of his reach. For the first time since stepping off the limo, Carlo felt something heavier than unfamiliarity settle into his chest: the weight of a name he couldn’t escape, and the quiet, painful understanding that some doors didn’t just stay closed. Some were locked from the inside, with no key he knew how to make.