Three European girls move to New York for grad school. They meet a group of boys through the human equivalent of sunshine. Somewhere between Friday nights and arguments about nothing, Y/N develops a problem. His name is Park Sunghoon and he is, objectively speaking, the most irritating person she has ever met. She’s a psychology student. She knows exactly what it means when you can’t stop thinking about someone you claim to hate. She just wishes she didn’t.
Veilborne Academy doesn’t do coincidences. When the Rito dei Sigilli pairs Y/N — Aurum, second year, the girl who keeps her world deliberately small — with Park Sunghoon, Noctis Prefetto and the most unreadable person in the academy, neither of them calls it fate. They don’t call it anything. They don’t speak at all. They have two years of almost-moments behind them and three trials ahead. The magic will force them close. Everything else is up to them.
A rivals-to-lovers newsroom story where two competing journalists can’t stand each other by day, but unknowingly become each other’s closest connection through anonymous 2AM phone calls.