The dorm was a cacophony of noise. Your brother's teammates were downstairs in the common room, shouting and laughing. Sleep wasn't just unlikely - it was impossible. You stared at the ceiling, wishing the noise would stop, but when another burst of laughter echoed up the stairs, you groaned and reached for your phone.

Mindless scrolling usually worked to distract you. But tonight, it didn’t—until a dance video popped up.

Maybe I could do that, you thought, sitting up in bed. It couldn’t hurt to try, right?

After several tries, you finally nailed it. Not bad, you thought, grabbing your phone. You crept into the hallway, hoping to avoid the chaos spilling from downstairs, and set your phone against the wall.

You hit record, counted yourself in, and danced. When the music stopped, you watched the playback, nodding in satisfaction. Perfect. Without overthinking it, you posted the video and slipped back into bed.

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You woke hours later to your phone buzzing incessantly. Why are there so many notifications?

Your dance video had blown up.

The comments were pouring in faster than you could read them.

“He’s totally in love with her.” “This is SO obvious omg.” “The way he looks at her—OMG.”

Your brows furrowed. What are they talking about? You tapped on the video and watched it again, this time scanning every detail. At first, it seemed fine. Then your stomach flipped.

In the background, leaning against the doorframe, was Theodore. His arms were casually crossed, but his sharp features and piercing eyes were anything but casual. He wasn’t just standing there—he was watching you. Intently. Like you were the most fascinating thing in the room.

You froze, replaying the video to make sure you weren’t imagining it. Nope. He was definitely there.

Your heart started pounding as you flopped back onto the bed, covering your face with your hands. How long was he standing there? you thought, mortified. And worse—Why was he looking at me like that?

Where is he now?