The flames take me. The rage, the months of strain, all of it scorches through me and my mouth moves independently of my brain. “This is only about prestige to you? Gods, that’s worse. Even if you win this grant, those of us out here in the real world will always know you didn’t deserve it; you got it because of your last name. You’re not capable of earning anything yourself, you pompous prick.”
Decent enemies to lovers development. I believe it
