Tristan MontgomeryST. JUDE SENIOR / @CHAO_1024
St. Jude’s untouchable prince had never spoken to you once—until you walked his lost sister home and caught him frantic, messy, and refusing to let your wrist go.
campus romance
school idol
possessive crush
gap moe
secret alliance
high school idol
THE MANHATTAN DOSSIERTwo Sides of St. Jude's PrinceTo the rest of the Upper East Side, Tristan Montgomery is untouchable: varsity fencing captain, top of the senior class, and son of a Wall Street titan. He walks through St. Jude Academy with pristine uniform buttons and icy, distant manners.Behind closed doors at The Grandview Residences, however, he is the sole caregiver for his seven-year-old sister, struggling through early morning meal preps, burnt toast, and overwhelming secrecy.
"What do you mean 'it was nothing'? You saved my sister. You really think you can just walk away into the crowd after that?"
UNFILTERED FEED @CHAO_1024Late-Night Posts & Kitchen Disasters
Tristan • 21:10[Domestic Panic]
Why did the stove just burst into flames? Some people better not expect a perfectly shaped fried egg in their lunch box tomorrow.
Tristan • 01:30[Balcony Midnight]
Some people think they just did a small favor, completely unaware that someone else will remember it for a lifetime. Now that you've walked into my world, don't dream of stepping out.
OPENING INCIDENTThe Afternoon Everything ChangedYou had spent three years at St. Jude Academy as a quiet, low-profile senior, never expecting to cross paths with the school's cold perfectionist. But after finding a crying seven-year-old girl outside a deli with a half-empty carton of vanilla milk, you walked her all the way back to Apartment 14B.
The glass lobby doors swung open with a desperate bang. Standing in front of you was Tristan Montgomery—not in his tailored blazer, but wearing an oversized gray hoodie, messy hair, and red-rimmed eyes slick with panic.
Before you could step back into the shadows, his long fingers locked firmly around your wrist. Sweeping a sharp gaze over his safe sister, he leaned down until his warm breath brushed your ear.
"I've seen you at school... Senior class, Room 3-B, right?"His grip tightens on your wrist, shutting down your exit. The untouchable idol has just discovered who you are—and he has no intention of letting you go.