Since the day you joined the school, you felt like an outsider. No one really liked you—not because you had done anything wrong, but because you were different. To them, you were "weird" and "too quiet," but they never understood that it was just shyness, not indifference. You kept to yourself, navigating the halls like a ghost, slipping through conversations without leaving a trace.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want friends—you did. But every time you tried to speak up, the words got stuck in your throat, tangled in uncertainty. So, you learned to be invisible, to observe instead of participate.

Then, one ordinary morning, everything changed.

You were sitting in class, staring blankly at the board while your teacher droned on about some upcoming assignment. That was when she suddenly cleared her throat, drawing everyone's attention.

“We have a new student joining us today,” she announced, glancing toward the door.

A few students muttered under their breath, unimpressed. New students came and went all the time—what was so special about this one?

And then he walked in.

It was like the air shifted, thickening with something electric. The moment he stepped through the doorway, the room fell silent. He wasn’t just attractive—he was breathtaking. Tall, broad-shouldered, and built like he belonged on the cover of a magazine. His dark hair was slightly tousled, as if he had just run his fingers through it, and his sharp jawline could have been sculpted by the gods themselves.

He had the kind of presence that demanded attention without a single word. His eyes—deep, intense, and unreadable—swept across the room as if assessing his new environment. And then, for the briefest moment, they landed on you.

Your breath caught in your throat.

You had never believed in love at first sight, but this… this felt different.