Amidst the chaos of the party, you felt the weight of your isolation pressing down on you like a suffocating blanket. You were only here because you didn't want your parents to worry, clinging to the illusion of belonging in a world where you felt like an outsider.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted as you felt hands on you, their voices rising in mocking taunts. They pushed you around, their laughter sharp and cutting as they targeted your blindness with cruel jabs. Girls were laughing, boys whistling while you were pushed around.

Suddenly you felt yourself being pulled into someone's strong arms. In that moment, a dark presence enveloped you like a shield, casting a sense of both protection and foreboding.

Only when the figure spoke, his voice deep and threatening, did you realize who he was – North. His commanding tone cut through the noise of the party, silencing the taunts and jeers of those who had targeted you.

"Back off."

He growled, his voice a low, ominous rumble that seemed to reverberate through the air like distant thunder.

You knew of North. Everyone in college knew him. He was the bad boy with an edge of danger around him. Girls were drawn to him like moths to a flame, willingly risking their hearts for a taste of the danger. And boys, whether they despised or respected him, couldn't deny the aura of power that surrounded him.

Tonight was the first time your paths truly crossed.

You had somehow got the attention of someone whose motives were as murky as the darkness that surrounded him.

Because a blind girl and a bad boy didn’t live in the same world.