On a radiant afternoon in college, you and your girlfriends strolled across the campus grounds, idly passing time before the next lecture. You walked at the center of the group, laughter spilling easily, your presence unmistakably the highlight among them.

As the chatter swirled, your gaze snagged on a figure near the lecture hall entrance. He stood with two foreign students, his posture composed, his expression coolly detached. Sharp features, an air of quiet confidence—he was exactly the kind of man who drew your eye.

You lingered on him, admiring from a distance, until recognition struck like a sudden chill. The smile faltered, and your laughter dimmed. Memories surfaced—uncomfortable, undeniable. That wasn’t just some aloof stranger.

It was Matthew. Matthew Collan.

Now, the boy you tormented became someone you couldn't help but stare at.