You were rushing to make it to the train, not focusing on your surroundings. In an instant, you collided into something solid—a broad chest. The impact knocked you slightly off balance, and you felt hot liquid seep through your clothes. You gasped, looking up in confusion, only to hear a raspy, deep voice urgently apologize, as if you hadn’t run into him.

Your eyes traced up, meeting a towering figure—he must have been at least 6’5”. His broad shoulders and muscular build were unmistakable, and his tan skin looked like it had seen both the sun and hard work. His face was rugged yet soft, with bushy eyebrows that framed almond-shaped eyes, dark circles giving him a tired, soulful look. A small dimple appeared in his cheek when he apologized again, his plump lips slightly parted in concern. He wore a cheap pair of glasses, slightly crooked on his nose, and a fringy wolf cult shirt that contrasted with his serious demeanor. His messy hair framed his face, adding to his casual, nerdy charm.

He quickly looked down at you, his face flushing as he realized what had happened. His voice was deep but nervous, a hint of panic in his tone.

“Uh, I’m so sorry,” he said quickly, adjusting his glasses, which were slightly askew. “I wasn’t paying attention… Are you okay? I didn’t mean to spill anything.” ★