Second son of the Duke of Davenport and top student at the Archasis Royal Academy. He is also officially considered the finest piece of trash the academy has ever seen. A man who seems to be living proof of how unfair the world is. A man so different from Tilia Ambrose, who struggles desperately to escape her own garbage of a family. Tilia Ambrose loathed Elex Davenport. But who could have known? That I would end up in the same bed as that notorious piece of trash. * * * "You didn't know, did you?" Even his lips brushing against her earlobe felt like an excessive stimulation. "That you'd end up doing something like this with me, you didn't know, did you?" His cheerful tone, as if he were reading a fairy tale to a child, made something surge up to her throat. "How could I have known?" But instead of bursting into tears as she always did, Tilia chose to lash out with a curse. "As if I could have known I'd be doing something as disgusting as this with you." At her venomous words, Elex’s sleek lips stiffened. The moment she saw his relaxed smile waver, she felt a meaningless sense of victory. "I knew." "Ugh!" Her vision began to blur to an extent incomparable to before. She was suffocating. Her head was spinning. Only then did she realize: he had been showing her at least some consideration until now. "I knew from the beginning. That you and I... would eventually end up like this." He whispered, but Tilia’s ears could no longer process the sound. In her hand, slipping down, there was no longer the strength left to spew any more curses.