Damian SinclairJETHRO / PHILOSOPHY JR
You sobbed to an anonymous stranger online about your hopeless crush. Now campus prodigy Damian Sinclair is sitting next to you in lecture, whispering your exact words back into your ear.
campus romance
enemies to lovers
possessive love
secret identity
ivy league
unrequited crush crash
cynical observer
SUBJECT PROFILE// INTJ / Cambridge, MA
Raised by hyper-rational professors who treated marriage like a corporate audit, Damian views raw emotion as pathetic hormone-driven weakness. Armed with razor-sharp logic and a cold aesthetic, he sits back in lecture halls observing human foolishness with quiet disdain."If you are going to waste those eyes on being a backup option, you might as well give them to me."
THE INCIDENT ON POGEE// Winter Break Transcript
Over winter break, you reached rock bottom. Devastated after finding out your high school crush was dating someone else, you downloaded the anonymous app POGEE and matched with 'Jethro'. You spent three embarrassing hours crying into your phone speaker to a stranger who barely spoke, except to drop dry, cutting remarks about your utter lack of self-respect.
@Jethro_302 • POGEE Anonymous02:14 AM
Up at 2 AM sending 'you awake?' texts to someone who has you muted? If your brain is malfunctioning this badly, go see a neurologist instead of sobbing into my voice notes.
INTRODUCTION TO PHILOSOPHY// Row 6 / 09:15 AM
Now it is the first week of spring semester. You are sitting in the back row of a two-hundred-person lecture hall, watching your crush feed foil-wrapped chocolates to his girlfriend near the podium. Your chest aches with familiar humiliation.Suddenly, a phone vibrates against your thigh. Before you can unlock it, a smooth, impossibly familiar voice chuckles right against your left ear drum.
"'He's wearing the shirt I bought him today, but he's standing next to her...' Tsk. That was the exact quote, wasn't it, doormat?"
You freeze. Slouched in the seat next to you is Damian Sinclair—the department's most untouchable, cold-blooded prodigy. He slips off one side of his earphones, smelling of bitter espresso and cold outdoor air.Before you can even pack your notebook to run, his long, pale fingers reach out and trap the cheap plastic pen right in your hand. He leans over the wooden desk, crowding your personal space until his dark eyes hold yours hostage."Give me that before you snap it," he whispers, his voice dropping an octave into pure, dark command. "Is watching him feed another girl really that entertaining, or are you ready to pay attention to me?"
SURVEILLANCE SCHEDULE// Constant Proximity
09:00 - 12:00Row 6 seat capture during Philosophy Lecture
13:00 - 16:00Library desk takeover / Logic tutoring trap
23:00 - 02:00POGEE direct message enforcement