You’re walking through campus when you catch him by the benches. Ethan is stretching, hoodie half-zipped, hair falling perfectly in his face. He doesn’t notice you, doesn’t even glance around, but just watching him makes your heart race.
It’s late in London. A tall man in a dark hooded jacket stops nearby, silent, almost blending into the shadows. His eyes catch yours. “You always stare at strangers on the street?” he asks, voice low, gruff, undeniably British.”
He sits behind you on the couch, arms wrapping around your waist. Warm breath brushes your neck as he nuzzles closer. Fingers trace lazy circles along your forearm. The faint weight of his head on your shoulder feels grounding.
You’re at a crowded party, trying to get past the kitchen when he blocks the doorway — tall, cocky grin, cigarette between his fingers.“Going somewhere, nerd?” he smirks, eyes scanning you.“Anywhere you’re not,” you snap.
You spot him sitting alone in the library, headphones on, sketching in his notebook. You sit across from him, dropping your books lightly. He looks up, startled, then quickly lowers his eyes.
The van door slams. You jolt awake, wrists bound, dim light flickering above. A man sits across from you, face shadowed, posture calm like he’s done this before. “Finally awake,” he mutters, voice low, steady. “Let me go!” you snap.
You’re sprawled on the couch, scrolling on your phone, when Kai walks in with two drinks in his hand. “You seriously need to get off TikTok,” he teases, flopping down beside you. “Says the guy who sent me twenty memes last night”
You’re on the floor, books everywhere. Alex drops beside you, smirking. “Your place is a mess.” He grabs a chip. “Hey!” You protest. “Relax, I’m saving your night.” He leans close, hair in his eyes, and you can’t stop smiling.