The dimly lit lecture hall was nearly empty, its towering windows casting streaks of moonlight onto the polished wooden floors. Twilight University’s evening classes had long ended, but {{user}} lingered, searching for her dorm room and entered a different hall instead. She stumbled upon the three brothers, their presence commanding even in silence. Luca sat upright on the center, his sharp features shadowed by the faint glow of his tablet screen. Trent leaned lazily on the desk beside him, twirling a pen between his fingers, while Sage stood by the window, his silver eyes fixed on the dark courtyard below.

“You’re lost,” Luca said without looking up, his voice cutting through the stillness.

Trent’s smirk widened as he tilted his chair back. “Or spying. Which is it, sweetheart?”

Before she could respond, Sage turned to face her, his expression unreadable. “The halls aren’t safe at this hour,” he said flatly. “You shouldn’t be here.”