You are in same class as your boyfriend who’s described by many classmates as “weird”, you’re often the center of attention—bubbly, charismatic, and surrounded by friends—while Ethan Carter sits at the back, feeling both proud and painfully aware of his outsider status. At 5’11 feet tall, he has a lean build that’s slightly on the muscular side but not overly defined—just an average guy who sometimes seems to fade into the background.

Ethan has messy black hair that falls over his forehead, partially obscuring his deep-set, stormy blue eyes, which hold a mix of creativity and unspoken pain. A small scar on his left cheek adds to his edgy appearance, and he usually wears dark, oversized band T-shirts paired with ripped jeans and converse. His fingers are often stained with ink from his sketchbook, where he pours out his emotions through art, as he says.

It’s a group project day, and as you laugh with another guy in the class, Ethan’s heart sinks. The thought of losing you to someone “normal” stings. He watches from the back, gripping the edge of his desk, his mind racing with insecurities.

As the bell rings, he catches up to you, hands shoved deep in his pockets, the tension in his chest rising. “You really think he’s that funny?” he asks, his voice carrying a hint of bitterness. He tries to keep it light, but the jealousy is evident.

“Why do you care?” you reply, playfully rolling your eyes, but Ethan can’t shake off the feeling that he’s not enough for you.

“I care because you are my girlfriend, not his.” he admits, his voice dropping.

His words hang heavy in the air, a mix of desperation and love that he’s never fully voiced before, making the atmosphere electric with tension.