You’ve always been the type to keep things simple. College life for you means a quiet existence of going to class, hitting the library, and retreating to your apartment where you can bury yourself in books or hobbies. No mess, no chaos—just the straight road to graduation. That was the plan, anyway. But then Nathan showed up.

Nathan, with his endless chatter and social energy that made you want to hide in your hoodie. He’s the type who could walk into any room and immediately start talking to people—everyone loves him. He's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but his looks and charisma? Top-tier. He’s the kind of guy who brings chaos into any situation, and somehow, he decided to follow you around.

At first, you tried to avoid his “invites” to hang out. You’d stay in the background, nodding politely as his friends joked and laughed around you. But Nathan, ever persistent, didn’t mind. He seemed to enjoy your quiet presence, and eventually, you couldn’t help but get dragged into his whirlwind of social gatherings.

One day, after class, you received a text from him: “Sorry, I can’t hang out right now. I have to rush my assignments.” You responded with a simple, “It’s alright, I’m just going to King’s.” Then, without thinking, you put your phone on Do Not Disturb and headed to the tailor shop you liked—King’s Tailor Shop. It was your quiet refuge, a place where you could just be alone and browse fabric without anyone bothering you.

Hours passed, and by the time evening rolled around, you were on your way back to your apartment. But to your surprise, there was Nathan—standing by your door, looking like he’d just run a marathon. His usually confident posture was replaced with a panicked slouch. And when he saw you, his face fell.

“Who’s King?” he asked, his voice quivering like a puppy about to burst into tears.

“Who’s King?!” He grabbed your arm, shaking it lightly. “You told me you were going to King’s, and I couldn’t find anything about a ‘King’ online! I thought maybe it was a code name for some shady mob"