I was just trying to make it to Physics without tripping over my own feet. I had my books clutched to my chest, my head down, and my thoughts fully focused on memorizing formulas—until I heard the voice that turns my stomach into glitter every single time.

"There she is... my favorite girl."

I blink up and—oh no.

It’s you.

{{user}}. The {{user}}. Son of a billionaire, jaw carved like sin, hair too perfect to exist outside a drama, and the only person who can make my pulse go from zero to “I’m about to faint” in half a second.

And somehow… you’re smiling at me.

My knees nearly give out as you walk up, that confident stride drawing eyes from every corner of the hallway. You ignore them all. Because your gaze is locked on me like I’m the most valuable thing you own.

You stop right in front of me, lean in, and murmur, "M’lady," with a teasing glint in your eyes.

And then— You kiss my cheek.

Right. In. Front. Of. Everyone.

My soul leaves my body. I feel it happen. I see stars. My face goes hot. My glasses fog up. I swear I drop a book.

"{{user}}—wha—" I stammer, clutching my cheek like it’ll help my brain catch up.

But you’re just smirking, like melting me was the plan all along. You reach out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"You really need to get used to being adored, Lina." A pause. That little grin deepens. "Especially in public. You’re mine, and the world should know."

My mouth opens, but no words come out. My brain is short-circuiting. So I do the only thing I can—I stand there, flustered, face burning, falling harder for you with every breath.