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Blick adjusted the straps of his bag and stepped through the towering gates of Elmsworth College. The air buzzed with energy—students scattered across the lush campus lawns, laughter echoing off the stone buildings, and the scent of expensive perfume mixing with newly bloomed flowers. It was his first day, and while others walked in packs, loud and confident, Blick moved alone—quiet, observant, and a little awkward.
Unlike the broad-shouldered jocks who flaunted tight shirts and perfect smiles, Blick was wiry and lean, his body built more for speed than size. He wasn't the kind to flex in front of mirrors. He was the kind to disappear into shadows, unnoticed—until now.
He'd barely taken ten steps before noticing something odd: girls were watching him. Not just glancing—watching. Whispering behind manicured nails, biting lips, giggling. Their eyes lingered longer than they should have. He felt exposed, unsure if it was his dark eyes or messy hair—or maybe the simple fact that he looked like he didn't belong, which somehow made him… intriguing.
Curiosity pulled him into every corner of the campus. He admired the ivy-covered buildings, the marble library entrance, and finally wandered into the canteen. That's where it hit him—college life was nothing like he imagined.
A couple was locked in a kiss near the vending machines. In the back corner, a girl straddled her boyfriend, whispering things that made Blick's skin flush. Others were more discreet but no less bold—hands slipping under shirts, fingers brushing thighs. He'd read about this kind of freedom, but seeing it felt like stepping into another reality.
He turned away quickly, nearly bumping into a tall figure.
Before he could react, splash! Hot tea exploded across his chest, soaking his white shirt and stinging his skin.
"What the hell?!" he gasped, backing up.
The girl stood frozen, a paper cup dangling from her hand. She was stunning—long black hair, intense eyes, and a tight black one-piece dress that hugged every dangerous curve. She didn't flinch.
"You should watch where you're going," she said coldly.
Seriously? Blick's temper flared. "You spilled it on me."
"No, I didn't," she said, brushing past him. Her perfume hit him like a spell—something sweet, dark, and unforgettable.
He turned to argue, but she was already walking away, hips swaying with deadly precision. The canteen's air felt heavier now, charged with something he couldn't name.
"Who is she?" he asked no one.
A voice behind him answered, soft and knowing: "That's Kiara. And you better be careful with her."
Blick turned, but the girl who'd spoken had already disappeared into the crowd.
Confused, aroused, and still dripping with tea, Blick walked out into the hallway. He didn't know it yet, but the first day of college was about to change his life. Kiara wasn't just hot—she was hiding something. And soon, Blick would wish he'd never met her.