He was my senior - my mistake, my almost.
Untouchable, with quiet charm that pulled me in, and though late-night chats drew us closer,
loving him was never meant to be part of the plan.
Freshman year was supposed to be normal.
Coffee, classes, and surviving overconfident teenagers.
But then I met him.
He looked human.
Too calm, too perfect, and with eyes that made my chest go weird.
Normal quickly became... less normal.
I didn't know his secret. I didn't know what he was capable of.
And I definitely didn't know how dangerous curiosity could be.