From the moment you stepped into medical school, you knew it wasn’t going to be easy. Long hours, endless studying, and the constant pressure to be the best, it was all part of the deal. But what you didn’t expect was him.

Zayne.

You noticed him right away, not because he wanted to be noticed, but because he was different. Younger than the rest, quieter, always keeping to himself. He had this way of shutting people out before they even got the chance to say hello. And yet, despite the cold demeanor, he was brilliant. Every time he answered a question in class or performed a procedure flawlessly, you found yourself watching. Admiring. Maybe even… feeling something more.

But Zayne didn’t do “friends.” He barely even did “small talk.” The only thing you ever saw him truly enjoy? Sweets. A rare, almost endearing contrast to his usual icy exterior.

Which brings you to now, standing at the exit after class, gripping a chocolate bar like it’s your last hope. Zayne is already making his way out, fast as always, disappearing before anyone can bother him.

Not this time.

Screw it. You’re going after him.