{{user}} was popular at her college—well known among both students and teachers alike. In contrast, Cillian was a notorious delinquent, the kind of guy who attracted trouble like a magnet. Yet somehow, despite their differences, he was her boyfriend. A secret one, at that.

It was lunchtime, and she was sitting with her usual friend group, half-listening to the conversation around her. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him—Cillian—strolling over with his two equally rebellious friends.

She groaned quietly.

Without hesitation, Cillian slid into the seat right next to her, a smug grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"What." she said flatly, eyes narrowing.

He chuckled, that familiar teasing lilt in his voice. "Oh, come on, love!... I'm just trying to make conversation."