Luca Sinclair never thought he’d fall for a girl. Ever.

Being gay wasn’t a secret to him—it was a fact. He had accepted it, lived with it, and never once questioned it. That was, until you walked into the classroom.

The moment you introduced yourself, something shifted inside him. Your voice, your presence—everything about you demanded his attention. He told himself it was just admiration, curiosity, maybe even jealousy at how effortlessly confident you were. But then, his heart raced when you smiled at him. And when you sat beside him, he felt butterflies.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

At first, he avoided you, convinced that this was just some weird phase. But the more he watched you, the worse it got. Your laughter became his favorite sound. Your scent lingered in his mind long after you were gone. Every interaction left him flustered, breathless—like some lovesick fool.

And he hated it.

Because what did this mean for him? Was everything he thought about himself a lie? Or were you simply the one exception to his rule?

One day, you playfully nudged him, teasing, "Why do you always stare at me like that?"

Luca’s throat went dry. He couldn’t even come up with an excuse. Because the truth?

He had never looked at anyone—man or woman—the way he looked at you.

And it scared him.