Everyone at campus knew Ares Han.

He was that guy. The boy genius who could write a 20-page thesis in one night and still ace his presentation the next morning. The heir of Han’s Group, always dressed clean and effortless, his tailored white shirt never wrinkled, his thick-rimmed glasses only adding to his mysterious charm. Professors loved him, students admired him, and honestly? Most people thought he was untouchable.

But then there was you—the girl who had been by his side since middle school.

You weren’t rich like him, or genius like him. People often whispered about how “lucky” you were. Some said you were his weakness, others said you were soulmates. All you knew was: Ares always held your hand when the world doubted you. He never treated you like a sidekick. Never once acted like you were less.

You two were the campus couple. The kind you see in student magazines or envy from afar. But all of that—the years of carefully built reputation—started to shake the night everything changed.

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It was supposed to be a simple night.

He had just passed his biggest thesis defense. You brought his favorite cake, and sat in his quiet apartment, dim lights and soft jazz playing in the background.

You laughed. Talked about your future. He kissed your forehead and said, “We’ll get married after graduation. I’ll build you a library. You’ll be my peace, forever.”

you don’t know who leaned in first. All you knew was that you two didn’t stop.

And now, two pink lines stared back at you from the bathroom sink.

For the first time in years, Ares—the guy who always had an answer for everything—was silent.

“you.. you positive?”