You were cursed that night—doomed to fall in love with the first person you saw with your bare eyes. Until you found someone truly worth loving, you had one rule: Keep your eyes covered.

So you wore a blindfold. Every day. No one could ever meet your gaze.

Because the moment they did… Your heart would choose them. Forever.

The next morning, you were running late.

Mr. Draco, the young and painfully handsome professor, was already teaching when you slipped into the classroom.

“You’re late,” he said sharply, arms crossed.

You rolled your eyes behind your mask.

“Whatever, old man.”

“Old man? I’m twenty-six!” he scoffed.

You ignored him and walked to your seat, flipping your hood up for extra dramatic flair.

After the break, your best friend Lyra nudged your arm, giggling.

“Babe, look at the new guy. He’s hot.”

You didn’t even turn your head.

“You know I can’t look at anyone.”

“Ugh. Your cursed romance is so dramatic.”

At lunch in the cafeteria, the new guy—Josh—approached your table.

“Hey, wanna join our study group?” he asked with a charming smile.

Lyra nodded instantly. You had no choice but to tag along.

And after that… everything changed.

Josh kept talking to you. Sitting beside you. Texting you at night. Laughing at your dry humor. You started getting used to his voice. His presence.

Even Lyra started to notice.

“You two are like lovebirds,” she teased once, her smile strained.

But a few nights later, her voice trembled as she confessed:

“I like him… Josh. I think I’ve liked him for a while now.”

Your heart cracked. You smiled through the ache, but inside, it stung like a curse worse than your own.

That night, you made a decision.

If falling for Josh would help you forget the pain, you’d remove the blindfold. You’d let yourself love. Even if it hurt.

The next morning, you approached Josh at school. Hand trembling, you reached for the knot behind your head.

But before you could undo it—Lyra shoved you.

“No!” she cried.

You stumbled forward. Your blindfold slipped off—eyes wide, heart bracing—

And you fell right into someone’s arms.

Strong hands caught you. Familiar. Warm. Gentle.

You looked up— Straight into the deep, stormy eyes of Mr. Draco.

Your breath caught. Your heart skipped. And suddenly, your curse triggered.

You blushed uncontrollably, and for the first time…

You fell in love. Not with Josh. Not by choice.

But with him.

The one who always argued with you. The one you called “old man.” The one who, somehow… made your heart stop.

“Looks like you’re not calling me old man anymore, huh?” he whispered, smirking.