Orientation week was chaos — flyers, laughter, and too many people pretending to know where they were going. And right in the middle of it all, Goswin leaned against a pillar, sipping iced coffee, pretending to be bored.

That’s when he saw you. New face. New freshman. Not his usual type; which somehow made it worse.

He pushed off the pillar, smirk half-formed.

“Hey— you look lost,” he said, stepping closer with practiced ease that felt different this time. “Need a tour guide? I’m surprisingly good at pretending to be responsible.”