POV Y/n

As the first light of dawn crept through the window, I stirred from my slumber, a peculiar heaviness settled within the depths of my being. Gazing downward, I found Felix in a peaceful repose, his hand clasped gently around mine. A soft whimper escaped my lips, my mind grappling with the paradox before me.

How could a figure as formidable and feared as a mafia boss exhibit such tenderness and warmth?

Soon, the brilliant rays of the sun cast their glow upon my visage, and I released a sigh, the unanswered question lingering in the stillness of the morning.

With reluctance, I emerged from the cocoon of my bed, my eyes immediately drawn to an unexpected sight: a letter perched delicately on the window sill. For a fleeting moment, I entertained the notion that one of the boys might have left it, but reality quickly dispelled that thought. They would never have chosen such a conspicuous location.

Scanning my room, I noted the familiar sight of mattresses strewn about, but the usual cacophony of the Lost Boys was noticeably absent. A sigh escaped my lips as I crossed the room, my bare feet padding softly against the worn floorboards.

With a mixture of curiosity and trepidation, I plucked the letter from its resting place and carefully broke the seal. As I unfolded the crisp parchment, my eyes devoured the elegant script:

"Dear Blue L/N,

We are pleased to extend to you an invitation to attend the newly established Auradon Preparatory Academy in Auradon. This unique institution offers not only a rigorous academic curriculum but also the opportunity to hone your skills on both snow and surf.

We eagerly await your response.

Yours sincerely, The Royal Court of Auradon"

My heart raced as I re-read the words, the implications of this invitation beginning to dawn on me.

Mom had spoken of the Kingdom of Auradon before. In her tales, it seemed a world apart from our rugged existence—a place where the concept of survival took on a different meaning. There, the streets weren't ruled by the iron fist of the mafia, and the citizens rarely found the need to arm themselves with guns or swords. It was a stark contrast to the harsh wilderness we called home.

A sharp knock at my door jolted me from my reverie. "Come in," I called out, my voice echoing in the stillness of the room. Chan entered, his face a canvas of worry, as if he were privy to some impending doom that he desperately wished to prevent.

"I see you got the letter," he said, struggling to maintain a facade of calm. But I could hear the tumult of emotions barely contained in his voice.

I nodded silently, placing the letter on my bedside table. The weight of its implications seemed to press down on the room. "You and the guys knew about this, didn't you?" I asked, though it was more of a statement than a question.

Chan's sigh was heavy with resignation. "Just a little. Your mother mentioned something at the last meeting. The wedding... it's going to be postponed, set for another date." He paused, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of sorrow and regret. "I'm so sorry, Blue. I really thought you could have a future with us."

His words hung in the air, a bittersweet reminder of the life I had imagined for myself—a life that now seemed to be slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.

"I thought as much," I said, resignation coloring my tone. "If my mother believes I'm safer in Auradon, then I suppose that's where I'll be." A heavy sigh escaped my lips, the weight of the decision settling on my shoulders.

I reached out, and Chan's hand found mine without hesitation. In one fluid motion, he pulled me into his arms, enveloping me in a fierce embrace. "We will always remember you, Blue," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "You'll always be the one we were meant to marry." His words pierced my heart, and I felt hot tears well up in my eyes as I clung to him tighter.

Chan might have been the leader of a relatively new mafia group, but these guys genuinely cared whether I lived or died. Their concern ran deeper than that—they loved me. It was a stark realization that this depth of feeling might be something I couldn't expect to find in Auradon.

Reluctantly, I stepped back from Chan's embrace, wiping away the tears that threatened to spill. "I'll see you after the first semester is over, right?" I asked, my voice quavering slightly with hope and uncertainty.

Chan nodded, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and worry. "Let's hope we all survive it, but I promise you, we'll be here when you return."

A small smile tugged at my lips, a glimmer of comfort in the face of the unknown. Chan bowed his head solemnly and turned to leave, allowing me the solitude to begin packing for my new life. As the door closed behind him, I was left alone with my thoughts and the daunting task of preparing for a future I never expected.