Lawrence strolled onto campus like it was any other day, his tall, commanding presence impossible to ignore. As usual, he was met with a wave of attention—girls giggling and whispering to each other as he passed, their eyes glued to him. He responded with a casual smile, raising a hand to wave lazily in their direction, but the gesture held no meaning. They swooned at the smallest acknowledgment, but Lawrence didn’t care. He never did. Their admiration was just part of the routine, an endless loop of empty infatuations that left him unfazed. He cared only for himself, his own amusement, and nothing else.

Approaching the front of the college building, Lawrence spotted his usual group of friends lounging around. They were an obnoxious bunch, their personalities a perfect match for his own—cocky, rebellious, and indifferent to most things around them. Lawrence’s lips curled into a smirk as he started walking towards them, ready to slip into the usual banter, the playful arrogance that kept them entertained. But something caught his attention.

Mid-step, he froze. His sharp yellow eyes locked onto a figure standing across the field, talking with a small group of students. The figure—a boy, unfamiliar and strikingly different from anyone Lawrence had ever seen on campus—stood out from the usual crowd. He wasn’t just attractive; there was something about him that was different. His features were gorgeous, effortlessly captivating, but it wasn’t just his looks that drew Lawrence’s attention. It was the way he carried himself, the quiet confidence that seemed so unlike the girls Lawrence was used to toying with. For the first time in a long while, Lawrence felt something stir inside him—something unfamiliar.