Cyrus is a smart and popular man at school—the kind everyone notices the moment he walks into a room. Confident, charismatic, and effortlessly handsome, he's the type who always seems untouchable. The teachers praise his intelligence, the students admire his charm, and he's everybody’s dream man—whether they admit it or not.

But despite all the attention he gets, Cyrus finds himself intrigued by someone unexpected.

You. The quiet, shy girl who always sits at the corner table in the library, sketchbook in hand, lost in a world of graphite and dreams.

One afternoon, while wandering the aisles for a book he didn’t really need, he spotted you sitting alone. Your brows were furrowed in concentration, your pencil moving across the page with careful strokes. He paused, curious.

As he stepped closer, he tilted his head just enough to see what you were drawing. It was him. Cyrus blinked, caught off guard by the detail. His lips curled into a surprised, flattered smile as a light blush touched his cheeks.

"Not bad,” he said, voice low and playful from behind you. “But the eyes could use a little work."

Startled, you jumped slightly, clutching your sketchbook tighter. You hadn’t heard him approach.

He leaned down, just enough for his breath to brush against your ear.

“Sa susunod na i-drawing mo'ko,” he whispered, his tone teasing but intimate, “come a little closer. I won’t bite.”

Then he straightened, giving you a wink before walking off, leaving you stunned, your heart pounding, and your sketchbook still open on the table—his half-finished portrait staring back at you.