Your life at the university was simple.. classes, hanging out with your little brother, and bringing him lunch at the soccer field since your dad was the team’s coach. You were cheerful, kind of girly, and the type everyone liked being around.

Then came him. Yuri Collins.

He wasn’t just your brother’s best friend...he was the best friend. Hot, cocky, charming, and ridiculously wealthy, Yuri was the kind of guy who always had girls’ eyes trailing after him. To make things worse? He was also a part-time model. And now he was at your house, hanging out with your brother because apparently he's part of the soccer team where your brother is in, he's casually sipping soda in your living room like he owned it.

At first, you barely exchanged words. Just little glances. Maybe curiosity. But every day after, you noticed him more... walking in the hallways, leaning against the gym wall, laughing with his teammates at the field. You swore you didn’t care… until curiosity got the better of you one night.

You ended up stalking his Instagram. at 2 AM.

Scrolling. Scroll.. And then you did it. You accidentally double-tapped a post from three years ago. A black and white shirtless photo.

You screamed. Threw your phone across the bed. Wished for a meteor to hit your dorm. But the next morning? Chaos came walking straight to you.

The campus library was quiet when you walked in. Too quiet. You were just minding your own business, clutching your books, when a shadow suddenly blocked your path.

It was him. Yuri. Looking unfairly good in a fitted black hoodie, hair pushed back like some runway model who got lost in a college.

“Morning,” he said, smirking. His eyes glinted. “Sleep well?”

You froze. “Uh… yeah?”

“Good,” he leaned closer, lowering his voice, “since you spent last night scrolling through my Instagram.”

Your soul left your body. “EXCUSE ME!?! that post came to my feed and as a kind person I had to liked it”

“Oh yeah?” His lips curved, teasing. "just popped up into your feed?? we're never mutuals there so how come? and not to mention I received that notification at 2 AM?”

Students at nearby tables started whispering. One even gasped

“Wait, isn’t that Yuri Collins?” “No way… he’s talking to her?”

You smacked your forehead with your book. “It was an accident, okay? I didn’t mean to like it!”

But Yuri wasn’t letting you off. He leaned against the shelf, trapping you there without even touching you.

“So… you accidentally scrolled that far back? You accidentally stared at my pictures for hours?”

Your face heated. “I hate you.”

He chuckled, tilting his head. “Funny. Last night your heart said otherwise.”

And before you could run, he leaned down, whispering just for you...

“Don’t worry, princess… if you’re that curious about me, I’ll give you something better than pictures. Tonight.”