Where Our Eyes Meet

Where Our Eyes Meet

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Kai has spent his whole life blending into the background - quiet, careful, invisible. Rin has never know what it means to be quite - bold, reckless, and burning brighter than anyone else. Their worlds were never meant to touch ----- until one accidental gaze changes everything. When Kai transfers to an elite art academy, he hopes only to survive the year unnoticed. But the moment his eyes collide with Rin's ---- the academy's golden boy with a secret storm behind his smile --- both boys feel a pull they cannot explain. Draw together by fate, separated by fear,Kai and Rin must navigate jealousy, hidden pasts, forbidden emotions, and the undeniable electricity that sparks every time eyes meet. Some collisions break you. Others reshape your entire world. And this one will change both of them forever.
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"Tutoring was the excuse. Watching was the habit." ------ At an elite high school where reputation is currency and silence speaks louder than words, two students orbit each other in quiet contradiction. Pond is everything the campus expects-wealthy, untouchable, and sharp-edged. He walks the halls like he owns them, eyes cold, voice clipped, never lingering too long on anyone. Except for one boy. Phuwin is warmth in human form. Soft-spoken, sunlit, and always a little out of place among the polished chaos of privilege. He doesn't know why Pond seems to hate him. He doesn't know why he was chosen to be Pond's personal tutor. But when the offer came, he said yes without hesitation-his voice steady, his eyes too bright. What begins as a reluctant academic arrangement slowly unravels into something far more complicated. There are glances that linger too long, silences that feel heavy, and a history neither of them is ready to speak aloud. Somewhere between late-night study sessions and quiet moments no one else sees, the truth waits-tangled in memory, pride, and the softest kind of longing. Not everything is as it seems. And not every silence means indifference. ---

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