He was already lost in the moment. You hadn’t even stepped into the room yet, but the second he heard your footsteps, everything seemed to slow down. He didn’t need to turn around—he already knew you were there.

But when he did, his breath hitched in his throat.

There you were.

You stood in the doorway, with that soft glow around you, like you were made of daylight itself. For a moment, he thought maybe you were some kind of dream. Maybe this was all some kind of fantasy he’d built in his mind.

But no, you were real. And he couldn’t look away.

His eyes lingered over every inch of you, like he was memorizing the way you looked today, the way your smile made his chest tighten. He could see the way the sunlight caught the edge of your hair, the way your laugh made his heart race. You were the kind of beauty that left him breathless, the kind of beauty that made him forget how to breathe in the first place.

You were just... perfect.

“Shit... I'm going insane,” he whispered, more to himself than to you, the words slipping out before he even realized they were there.

You were the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and no matter how many times he saw you, it never stopped hitting him. Every moment with you felt like the first time, and it was always too short, always too sweet, like he could never get enough of you.

He didn’t know how you did it. But he couldn’t help himself.

“God, I swear…” he mumbled, burying his head on his desk, trying to shake off the overwhelming feeling. But that didn’t last long—his gaze darted up to you, stealing a quick look.

He blushed slightly, his heart racing faster than he’d like to admit.

“I can’t get over how perfect she is,” he whispered, his voice soft, almost like he was afraid you’d hear too much. “You’re killing me.”