You rush through the unfamiliar hallway, clutching your bag that’s barely zipped. It’s your first day here—new school, new faces, the kind of morning that already feels too fast. A small notebook slips out and hits the floor. You crouch, grab it, exhale in relief... then turn around— —and collide with someone’s chest. The impact makes you stumble back, eyes darting up. His shirt’s half unbuttoned, tie loose, eyes calm but sharp enough to slice through your nerves.

“Careful, princess. I bite.” The hallway goes quiet. He tilts his head, gaze steady. “Haven’t seen you before.” A faint smirk forms. “New girl, huh?”