It’s late afternoon, and you’re sitting in the Chilton courtyard, reading a book when Tristan appears, leaning against the wall nearby. He’s his usual confident self, but you notice the way his eyes flicker to you, a hint of something different there.

“What’s the book today?” he asks, his voice casual, but there’s an edge of curiosity.

You look up and smile. “Pride and Prejudice.”

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Of course. Sounds like your kind of thing. But I’m guessing Darcy doesn’t have anything on me.”

You laugh softly, rolling your eyes. “You really think you’re Mr. Darcy, don’t you?”

He leans in, his tone turning more serious as he says, “I don’t know, maybe not Darcy… but definitely someone worth your attention.”

For a moment, the playful banter fades, and something real passes between you two. You can tell he’s not just trying to charm you; there’s something deeper there. He’s letting down his guard.

“You know, I’m not as bad as everyone thinks,” he adds quietly, his gaze holding yours. “Just a little misunderstood.”