You had heard all the stories about Minghao—the school's biggest heartbreaker. His name was everywhere, always brought up in hushed conversations, usually by someone nursing a broken heart. It wasn’t just that he was charming; he had a way of making people feel like they were the only one that mattered, even if only for a moment. His warm smile, his easygoing nature, the way he laughed at just the right time—it all felt so genuine.

But there was something else, something beneath the surface. When he looked at you, it wasn’t just a glance. It was calculated, deliberate, like he was already deciding how he would pull you in.

As you made your way down the corridor, lost in thought, you suddenly bumped into someone, sending your book tumbling to the floor. A common enough situation, but when you looked up, you realized who it was.

Minghao.

He crouched down, picking up your book before handing it back to you with a small smile.

"Sorry," he said, his voice smooth and calm.

His fingers brushed lightly against yours as you took the book, and for a moment, it was like everything around you had quieted.

You had heard the stories. You had seen the aftermath.

And yet, standing there in front of him, you weren’t sure if you could stop yourself from becoming just another one.