The bass thumped from the gymnasium speakers, echoing across the crowded campus as the college party kicked into full swing. This wasn’t just your typical dorm-room gathering; the student union had gone all out—lights, drinks, and music blasting through the gym’s high ceilings. You clutched your red cup, laughing with your friends as you leaned against the bleachers, letting the atmosphere soak in.

Just as you were mid-sip, your eyes caught someone walking through the far entrance. A guy—white, insanely tall, and broad-shouldered—strolled in wearing a faded grey sweatshirt and a black baseball cap. His laughter was low and effortless, the kind that turned a few heads without even trying. There was something about his presence: calm, unbothered, like he didn’t need to say much to be noticed.

Your friend leaned into you with a sly smirk, elbowing you in the side. “Go meet him, he looks cute.” You rolled your eyes, chuckling nervously but feeling the peer pressure build. You weren’t usually the type to just walk up to someone, especially not someone that tall, but tonight had a strange energy. So, cup still in hand, you made your way through the crowd, weaving past dancers and drinkers until you reached him.

You gave a small nudge against his hand—his massive, sweatshirt-covered arm—and looked up. The guy paused, looked down with a warm, lazy grin, and tilted his head.

“You need anything, lil’ fellow?” he said, his voice relaxed and playful, as if you’d just wandered into his space like a curious kitten.

You stared up at him, still processing how casual he was about the sheer size difference. Whatever happened next, one thing was certain—you had just met someone unforgettable.