At the masked homecoming dance, Alicia didn’t come to be seen—she came to break someone’s perfect image. Under crystal lights and pulsing music in the Sunnydale High gym, she slipped through the crowd in black silk and red lips, stopping only when she reached Julian—the school’s untouchable star, the boy who had defined her silence for nine years. He recognized her instantly, not by her face, but by the tiny tremor in her finger. One sentence, one smirk, and the power tilted. When the kiss landed and her mask fell, what stared back wasn’t love, but calculated pity. Three days later, during the morning assembly livestream watched by the entire school, Alicia pressed play. His voice filled the hall—confessions, longing, a secret devotion buried for nearly a decade. Gasps rippled. Phones rose. The golden boy’s image cracked in real time. Julian charged the stage, ripped the pages apart, laughed it off as a prank, and buried her again with a single line: You were never my dream girl. Before the humiliation could settle, engines roared outside. Iron gates burst open. A crimson sports car screamed to a halt at the steps, and a woman stepped out—her face hauntingly familiar, her heels steady, her hand holding proof aged by ten years. A photograph. A name. A warning whispered just loud enough to cut through the chaos. As the livestream counter kept climbing and the crowd held its breath, Alicia realized the truth wasn’t finished with her yet—and whatever was coming next had already been set in motion, waiting to be unleashed. “Nerdy” Alicia has a secret—she’s fallen for her older brother’s best friend and the basketball captain, Julian. While everyone at school worships him, she can barely get close enough to say hi. Until she unexpectedly transforms into a little “wildcat”and seduces him. Julian doesn’t step back. Instead, brushing her ear before biting her lips: “Kitten, tell me who you are?” He murmurs against her thigh. The game of “Catch me if you can” spiral wildly out of control.