Witandbanter Stories

She was the quiet storm- hoodie drawn, head down, fingers stained with ink and code. Invisible by design, unbothered by the world's chaos. Love? A distraction. Boys? Background noise. College was a mission, not a memory in the making. He was wildfire wrapped in sunlight- grins like gravity, laughter loud enough to shake silence. Every hallway knew his name. Every glance lingered. He wasn't supposed to be part of her story. And yet... Fate doesn't knock. It barges in shirtless and dripping wet, with a towel around its neck and trouble in its smile. One room. Two strangers. Four rules. And a thousand ways to break them.