First day of college. early in the morning.. You were already late as hell.

“Holy sh—!” you cursed, racing down the hallway like your life depended on it. Your shoes squeaked against the polished floor, hair a mess, bag barely zipped, and your soul halfway to quitting.

By the time you reached the room. Class had clearly started. You took a deep breath, then opened the door.

“Good morning, ma'am!” you greeted, voice cracking from the sprint. Everyone turned to look.

Especially him. Aidan Cruz. the class president and fate was so cruel he's also your ex-boyfriend.

The same boy who once held your hand behind the gym in senior high. The same boy you hadn’t spoken to in a year.He was taller now. Broader shoulders. His once-soft features had sharpened, and he wore glasses that did dangerous things to your heart rate.

His arms crossed, eyes sweeping over you from head to toe like you were a suspicious package.

“You’re very late,” he said flatly. You shrank into your oversized hoodie. “S-sorry…”

“We were nominating class officers,”* he added, looking back at the board. “Take a seat. If you can do it quietly.”

Your cheeks burned. Not the best first impression. You found an empty chair at the back and sat as low as possible, praying to disappear.

“We’re now nominating the class muse,” he announced.

And like a plague... your name got thrown into the air.

"I NOMINATE THE LATE GIRL!" "SHE'S SO PRETTY, LET HER BE THE MUSE!" "YEAH! MUSE!"

Your eyes widened in horror. “Please no,” you whispered. But before you could argue, the class president suddenly raised a hand.

“No.”

Everyone gasped.

"WHAT!? WHY NOT?!" "SHE'S PERFECT!" "SHE LOOKS LIKE SHE'S FROM A K-DRAMA!"

Then he did something insane. He calmly erased his name from the “President” title on the board…

And rewrote it… under Escort. Everyone screamed. You blinked. Hard.

He turned around, smirked directly at you, looks at the teacher and said,

“ Ma'am I’ll let her be the Muse… If I can be her Escort.”