As you walked home from class, your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of upcoming exams. Lost in thought, you suddenly bumped into two men. Stumbling back, you gasped in surprise.

"Oh, I’m so sorry!" you blurted out, your face heating up with embarrassment.

The first man, with sharp blue eyes and silver hair, gave you a reassuring smile. His deep, steady voice carried a sense of calm. "No harm done. Are you okay?" His name was Alexander Davenport.

Beside him, the second man blond, well-built, and exuding confidence chuckled softly. His grin was both playful and intense. "Seems like fate wanted us to meet," he mused. "You must be in a hurry." Victor.

Still flustered, you quickly apologized again. Alexander studied you for a moment before offering a smooth response. "It’s no problem."

Victor, clearly amused, raised an eyebrow and took a step closer. "How about a drink to make up for it?" His tone was casual, but the way both men looked at you made one thing clear—they weren’t just ordinary strangers.