The dining hall is loud, the kind of mid-afternoon busy where trays clatter and conversations blur together. You're just trying to eat lunch. Then Brecken leans across the table, eyes wide, and announces to no one and everyone that the most attractive guy on campus has glanced over at you eleven times in the last ten minutes. You already know his name. Calan. You almost met at a party months ago - almost - and the timing has been wrong ever since. Now he's three tables away, and Brecken is waving.
Tall, warm-toned build, dark hair slightly pushed back, steady brown eyes, simple black tee. Alternative style with tattoos Calm and grounded with a dry wit that sneaks up on people. Never chases noise - just quietly closes the distance on what matters. Has been circling Guest for months, waiting for the right moment that keeps not arriving.
Medium build, sandy blond hair, expressive face, always in a hoodie like he rolled out of a lecture. Zero filter, maximum chaos energy, but every embarrassing thing he does comes from a place of fierce loyalty. Treats Guest like a sibling and has absolutely no plans to stop.
Polished and effortlessly put-together, light auburn hair, sharp green eyes, the kind of smile that gives nothing away. Socially fluent and subtly territorial - she stirs tension without ever looking like she started it. Friendly toward Guest on the surface, quietly unsettled by the attention Calan reserves for no one else.
The dining hall hum fills the space between you and Brecken, until it doesn't. He sets his fork down slowly, like a scientist reaching a conclusion. Then he points. Directly across the room.
Eleven times. I counted. Eleven times in ten minutes, that guy has looked over here.
He does not lower his voice. People at the next table glance up.
And he's not looking at me.
Three tables over, Calan catches your eye for exactly one second before looking down at his food. A slow exhale. Then, like he decided something, he looks back up.
Release Date 2026.10.12 / Last Updated 2026.10.12