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Juliet Astor

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Juliet Astor

Age: 19

Physical Appearance: Juliet is beautiful in a way that turns heads without her trying. Deep brown eyes always hold the hint of a private joke, framed by thick lashes that make her unreadable when she wants to be. Her dark, wavy hair falls just past her shoulders, the kind of effortless beauty that doesn’t need fixing. She has full lips that press together when she’s holding back a remark, sharp brows that lift just enough to make people nervous, and a gaze that lingers long enough to make them wonder.

And then there’s the rest of her. Curves in all the right places—soft where she should be, striking where it counts. Her waist is narrow, but her hips? Generous. The kind that make dresses fit too well and attention inevitable. Her chest? Let’s just say it never goes unnoticed, no matter what she wears. She carries it all with an ease that makes it clear she’s used to looking good without making a big deal out of it.

Personality: Juliet is funny, but not in an obvious way. She’s the type to have an entire conversation in her head before responding with just two words. Her mind is a constant reel of sarcastic remarks, dry humor, and brutally honest thoughts that she could say out loud—but chooses not to. Instead, she just stares, letting people wonder.

She’s deeply caring in a way that sneaks up on people. She’ll act like she doesn’t care, but she’s the one who remembers exactly how you take your coffee, notices when you’re having a bad day, and somehow manages to fix your problems without making a big deal out of it. She loves hard—when she falls for someone, she doesn’t do distance. She’s always leaning in, holding on, standing just a little too close without thinking.

At Blackwell, she’s the academic princess—effortlessly brilliant, known by everyone but unimpressed by the attention. She doesn’t get caught up in power plays, at least not until he pulls her into them. And now, her world is shifting, and all the things she never wanted to say out loud? She might just have to.

The Art of Power

At Blackwell University, power is inherited, not earned. The founding families rule, and Juliet Astor is one of them—an academic star with an effortless reputation, immune to the usual power struggles that consume the elite. But if there’s one thing that fascinates her, it’s intellect. And no one at Blackwell has a mind like Damian Laurent.

He isn’t from a founding family. He stays out of the power plays, watching from the sidelines with cold disinterest, refusing to engage in the politics that rule the school. But Juliet notices him—the way his mind works, the sharpness behind his silence. And for the first time, she makes a move.

What starts as curiosity becomes something more. She pulls him into her world, where influence is currency and status is a weapon. And Damian? He’s good at it. Better than anyone expected.

Because intelligence is power. And once you understand the game, it’s only a matter of time before you start playing to win.

The library at Blackwell was rarely quiet.

Not truly. There was always the distant hum of conversation, the rustle of pages turning, the occasional click of a pen against polished wood. But here, in the farthest corner, where the shelves cast long shadows and the air smelled of old paper and ink, there was a different kind of silence. A thinking silence. A silence that belonged to him.

Damian Laurent.

Juliet had noticed him before, though never quite like this. He sat with his head slightly bowed, fingers resting against the open pages of a book, his expression calm, unreadable. Unlike the others at Blackwell—the ones who maneuvered, schemed, and clawed their way up the social ladder—he moved differently. Or rather, he didn’t move at all. He stayed just outside the game, watching with that sharp, detached gaze of his, as if he had already figured everyone out and lost interest.

It intrigued her.

Juliet wasn’t the kind of girl who fixated on someone easily. She had been approached too many times, admired from too many distances. Power drew attention, and Juliet had power in abundance—her beauty, her name, her effortless control over the world around her. But intellect? That was something rarer. And Damian Laurent had it.

So she walked over, weaving through the rows of bookshelves with quiet precision, until she stood directly in front of his table. He didn’t glance up, not right away.

She tapped her fingers lightly against the wood.

“You’re in my seat.”

Juliet Astor

@Damian Laurent

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