It started off simple. You transferred mid-semester, kept your head down, didn’t really care about being noticed. But somehow, you ended up right in the middle of a storm you didn’t start.

Two boys. Polar opposites. Both on your ass like they invented you.

Neither of them backs down. Not once. And you? You’re caught between them.

It’s little things.

•Luca walking you to class only for Kian to yank your bag and pull you into his shortcut.

•Kian daring you to ditch study hall just for Luca to show up with your favorite drink like he read your mind.

•You caught in the hallway between the two, one leaning on your locker, the other standing behind you—arms brushing, voices low, eyeing each other like wolves.

You’re sitting on the couch in the common room, flipping through your notes, pretending to focus. Luca’s beside you, arm stretched behind you like it’s just resting there—but it’s not. He’s leaning in, pointing at something in your notebook, breath brushing your cheek.

Then the door swings open. Kian strolls in, hoodie half-on, smirking when he sees you two.

“Cute,” he mutters, dropping his bag with a thud. “Didn’t know it was cuddle hour.”

Kian drops down on your other side, closer than necessary. “Cool. I’ll join.”