Today was the first day of college, and Ethan Stewart had woken up with his heart fluttering like a bird about to take flight.
He opened the door, ready to greet the new day—only for the sky to greet him first with a sudden crack of thunder. Within moments, rain began to pour, heavy and unrelenting, soaking the world in silver streaks.
He looked up at the sky helplessly, lips parting in a sigh, the kind that made his rose-pink mouth look even softer. Still, he didn't frown. There was something quietly beautiful about him standing there, half in the doorway, half in the rain—his fair skin kissed by droplets, his curls dampening at the edges.
After a moment, he laughed softly to himself, a sound as gentle as the rain. Hugging his bag close to shield it, he stepped out into the storm. His steps were light, splashing through puddles, amber eyes reflecting the cloudy sky above. He might have forgotten his umbrella, but he hadn't forgotten his courage. And as he walked through the rain, getting a little soaked but still smiling, it was clear—Ethan Stewart was ready to face whatever the day had in store.
Ethan was a teenage boy who carried the warmth of spring in his smile and the gentle glow of sunlight in his presence. His personality was like a soft breeze on a sunny afternoon—comforting, bright, and irresistibly warm.
He had a pair of amber eyes that glowed like honey under the light, warm and mesmerizing, as if they held the golden hour within them. Just beneath his delicate jawline, a small mole rested near his chin—subtle, yet striking, like a hidden gem that added a touch of charm to his already enchanting appearance.
His hair was light brown, soft and slightly curled at the ends, falling naturally in a way that framed his fair, snow-like complexion. His skin was smooth like polished jade, glowing with the freshness of youth. His lips, naturally pink like blooming rose petals, curled shyly when he smiled—so lovely it could make one forget the world.
He was a little on the slender side, but that only added to his gentle allure. His presence was like a watercolor painting—delicate, dreamlike, and quietly beautiful. Ethan wasn't just a boy you'd notice in a crowd—he was the kind of boy you'd remember, like the warmth of sunlight lingering long after the clouds returned.He lived in America in new york.
He worked in a flower shop on Saturday to Sunday. And tutor two students from Monday to Friday for four thousand rupees. His family situation was not that good.His mother name was Emily.She was a very kind and thoughtful person.She was a very simple minded person without any malice but his father was opposite full of malice and distrustful person. His father mike played with her mother's emotions. He married her only for money acting like a good and faithful person but after marrying her he treated her very badly and also beat her . He took her all money and jewellery for gambling.He lost all the money in gambling.His mother didn't know he was a gambler before marriage.She trusted him and loved him deeply.She worked many jobs to raise her two children.She didn't get that much time to spend with her children, because of her work but she loved them very much.She did her best to raise her children in a good atmosphere.But after so much working nonstop she died from overwork.His mother died early when he was only eight years old. Ethan's childhood was full of hardships.Mike always asked Ethan for money even though He was still a child If he didn't give him money he also beat him .Because of his dad he started doing early part time jobs .
He also had a little brother Evan who was seven years younger than him. Ethan was a top student so the school supported him . He was always first so he earned the scholarship through that . He was a really hardworking boy and loved by his neighbours .
Ethan had only two best friends in the world—James and Theo. James and Theo had been childhood friends. Their bond was long-standing, effortless, and deep. Ethan met them in high school, during a group project where the three were assigned to work together. What started as a simple academic task soon turned into a friendship that felt fated, as if they had always been meant to find each other.
The three of them were inseparable after that—laughing in the hallways, sharing lunch, walking home together. They supported one another through everything, and when college applications came around, they made a promise: they would go to the same university.
T University was their dream. It was one of the most prestigious and well-known universities in America—famous for its campus, its education, and its future opportunities.
Ethan and Theo didn't have any problems with the entrance exam. Ethan, with his quiet intelligence and calm determination, passed with ease. Theo, who was always composed and focused, also cleared it smoothly. But for James, it was a challenge. He had always been more average when it came to studying—smart in his own way, but not as academically inclined.
Still, James didn't give up. He studied harder than he ever had in his life, fueled by the thought of not being left behind. Ethan and Theo supported him through every step—quizzing him, helping him revise, staying up late with him when he struggled.
In the end, James made it too. It wasn't easy, but he earned his place at T University, not just through hard work, but through the strength of their friendship.
Ethan thought of the two people waiting for him on campus—Theo with his calm gaze, and James with his familiar grin. No matter what the weather or the future held, they would face it together.
James and Theo had been childhood friends, bound together by years of shared memories and silent understanding. But it was during their final year of high school that something quietly shifted between them. The looks lingered a little longer, the touches became softer, and the moments between them began to hum with something unspoken.
By the middle of senior year, they stopped pretending they didn't know. They were in love—completely, unapologetically. It wasn't dramatic or loud. It was gentle, steady, like something that had always been there, waiting for the right time to bloom.
James only had eyes for Theo, and Theo only had eyes for James. Whether it was holding hands under the desk or sharing headphones during study sessions, there was a closeness between them that didn't need to be explained.
Ethan noticed, of course. He had always noticed. And from the very beginning, he had been their biggest supporter. He never once felt left out. If anything, he felt proud—proud to stand beside a love that was so genuine. Ethan cheered for them like a soft breeze at their backs, encouraging and warm.
He was there when they first confessed to each other, grinning so brightly that James swore Ethan looked like a proud parent. He was there when they talked about the future, and he was the first one to say, "Let's all go to the same college."
And they did.
He may have forgotten his umbrella, but he hadn't forgotten the people waiting for him—James, the boy who laughed too loudly and loved too hard, and Theo, calm as a river, with eyes that softened every time James looked his way.
Their story had begun long before today, but a new chapter was just starting—and Ethan was right there with them, ready to turn the page.
James was a cute and playful boy, the kind who brought laughter into every room he walked into. His chestnut-colored hair always seemed a little windswept, as if he'd just run across the field or leaned too far out a window. His almond-shaped brown eyes sparkled with mischief, and there was always a teasing glint in them—especially when he was looking at Ethan.
His smile was something people remembered—bright, boyish, and a little lopsided in the most charming way. It had a way of disarming even the grumpiest teachers and making strangers feel like old friends. James was effortlessly funny, full of clever remarks and dramatic impressions that had Ethan and Theo laughing until their stomachs hurt.
And when it came to Ethan, James had a special brand of affection. He loved teasing him—not in a mean-spirited way, but in the way that made Ethan's cheeks flush and his lips twitch with a hidden smile. Whether it was ruffling his hair, poking fun at how seriously Ethan took his notes, or calling him cute names just to see him flustered, James seemed to find endless joy in watching Ethan shyly try to hide his expressions.
But beneath all the teasing and jokes, James had a heart as warm as the summer sun. He was fiercely loyal, kind, and gentle with the people he loved—especially Theo, who always met James's chaos with calm and quiet affection.
Together, the three of them made a perfect trio—Theo, the grounding presence; Ethan, the soft warmth; and James, the spark that lit them all up.
Theo was the kind of boy who turned heads without even trying. Tall and effortlessly handsome, he carried himself with a quiet confidence that made people look twice. His blonde hair was a little long, the strands falling gently over his forehead in a way that somehow always looked perfect, no matter the time of day. But it was his eyes that truly stood out—ocean blue, clear and deep, like they held an entire world beneath the surface.
He had a strong, well-built physique that made him stand out in any crowd, and he moved with the ease of someone who knew exactly who he was. At school, Theo was popular—not because he tried to be, but because people were naturally drawn to him. His presence was calm, magnetic, and quietly commanding.
But despite all the attention, Theo only had eyes for one person—James. No matter how many people tried to get close, it was James who made Theo smile, who could soften his serious expression with just a glance. When James laughed, Theo would look at him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world.
To Ethan, Theo was the steady, reliable friend who always made him feel safe—cool on the outside, but warm where it counted. The three of them together were like a perfect balance: James was the light, Ethan the warmth, and Theo the strength that held them all together.
James called Ethan to come quickly because, the professor of their french class was very strict. Ethan chose this class because he was interested in learning the French language. He chose French as an extra class . He was interested in being a perfumer, so he chose perfumery as his main subject.
Ethan liked perfumery because of his mother.His mother reminded him of beautiful flowers.When his mother was alive they often visited beautiful parks full of flowers.He was enchanted by the view of beautiful flowers .He liked flowers very much that's why he decided to work in a flower shop.
Ethan picked up the call and said he was coming and he was waiting for the taxi .
The rain poured like silver threads from the sky as Ethan stood at the edge of the street, his white shirt soaked through and clinging lightly to his slender frame. His collar, already loose, slipped further to reveal a delicate glimpse of his fair collarbone. The fabric, soft and simple, did nothing to dim his beauty—instead, it made him look even more ethereal. Like an angel who had wandered down from the clouds and gotten caught in the storm.
His light brown hair, curling slightly at the ends, was plastered to his forehead, and his amber eyes blinked up at the sky, hopelessly scanning for a taxi. But even after ten minutes, not a single one came. He had forgotten his umbrella in a hurry, and now he was drenched, cheeks pink from the cold and frustration.
On the other hand, Ethan looked like a drenched bunny—cute and innocent, standing helplessly in the rain with water trickling down his soft skin, eyelashes wet, and his pink rosebud lips slightly parted from the cold. His delicate figure and flushed face made him look utterly endearing, the kind of sight that made you want to scoop him up in your arms and protect him from the world.
Just when he thought he might have to walk the rest of the way, a sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled up beside him.
The window rolled down with a soft hum, and a deep, elegant voice drifted out:
"Where are you headed?"
Ethan turned, startled. The man inside was stunningly handsome—sharply defined features, cool expression, dark hair slightly tousled. His green eyes were striking and unreadable. Ethan stood frozen, dazed by the sight of him. ✧\(>o<)ﾉ✧
His voice was like velvet—low, calm, and utterly enchanting.
Ethan blinked back to reality, blushing shyly ( ꈍᴗꈍ), and after hesitating, he climbed into the car. The man didn't speak much, but his presence was commanding, almost cold—but not unkind.
"I'm going to T University," Ethan said quietly, clasping his hands together on his lap. His nerves fluttered with every glance toward the man.
The stranger offered him a pack of tissues and said dry your self. Ethan took them gratefully, trying not to stare at his profile—the strong jawline, the smooth curve of his throat, the effortless elegance in the way he gripped the wheel.
It was only a fifteen-minute ride, but to Ethan, it felt like an hour. The air in the car was quiet, except for the faint hum of the engine and the soft patter of rain against the windows.
When they reached the university gate, the man stopped the car.
"Thank you," Ethan said quickly, bowing his head a little. "Really, thank you."
The man only nodded once. No smile. No name. Just those mysterious green eyes watching him as he stepped out into the rain.
Ethan ran to class, barely getting inside on time. James waved from the back row where he and Theo had saved him a seat.
"You're soaked! " bunny James whispered. "Forgot your umbrella?"
Ethan plopped into the chair with a sheepish smile. "Yeah... and the rain was so heavy I couldn't get a taxi. But a really handsome man gave me a lift." His cheeks flushed at the memory. "He was... stunning. Like, unbelievably beautiful."
James raised an eyebrow. "More handsome than my boyfriend?"
Ethan nodded shyly. "Honestly... he might be the most beautiful person I've ever seen."
James dramatically clutched his chest. "
How dare you," he whispered, then grinned. "
"Anyway, focus. A super hot professor's coming in for this class," James whispered, leaning closer to Ethan as they walked through the hallway. "Everyone's talking about him. Graduated from Harvard, youngest prof here, and his class gets full in minutes. Oh—and he's a famous writer too."
Ethan blinked. "Famous?"
James nodded with a smirk. "You know that book Whisper in the Fog? The one that went viral last year? That's his. And he also wrote The Moon in the Mirror and Letters Never Sent. All of them are international bestsellers."
Ethan's eyes widened. "Wait, seriously? That's insane…"
But even as James kept talking, Ethan's thoughts began to drift. His mind wandered back to the man he had just met earlier—a man with an elegant, almost cold beauty, whose eyes had felt like they could see through him. A stranger who had pulled up beside him in the rain, and for some reason, lingered in his thoughts more than he expected.
Wow, he's so cool, Ethan thought, completely unaware that the very man haunting his thoughts was the same professor they were talking about.
Ethan was still thinking about the man from the car when he suddenly gasped. He reached for his bag and panicked. "Oh no… my ID card's gone!" (╥﹏╥) "I think I dropped it somewhere."
He groaned softly, but before he could worry more, the classroom suddenly fell into complete silence.
A presence had entered the room—and Ethan looked up, only to feel his breath catch in his throat.
At the door stood the same man from the car.
Elegant. Cold. Beautiful.
Now in a crisp white shirt and tailored black suit, with a quiet confidence that made the air shift around him. His green eyes scanned the room—and locked onto Ethan's.
Ethan's mind reeled. Isn't he… the man from this morning?! ヽ((◎д◎))ゝ
He sat frozen, eyes wide, as the man strode to the front of the class. His heart raced. No way... no way…
James leaned over. Bunny "You look pale. Are you okay?"
Ethan whispered, "He's the one who gave me a ride…"
James gawked, then laughed under his breath. "You're so done. First you were late, and now turns out you accidentally hitchhiked with the strictest professor in the college? Congrats on your doom."
He quickly filled Theo in, who simply raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Then the man at the front of the room began to speak.
"Good morning," he said, voice smooth and quiet, yet commanding. "I'm Simon Anderson. I'll be teaching your French course this semester. I expect full attendance, punctuality, and undivided attention."
He glanced toward the empty chairs near the back.
"Anyone who missed today's class will have twenty points deducted from their overall grade."
Ethan swallowed hard. His heart was pounding.
So his name is Simon Anderson...
He's the professor everyone was talking about...
And I… took a ride from him in the morning…
As Simon turned toward the board and began writing in elegant cursive, Ethan sat stiffly in his seat, cheeks pink, eyes wide, looking every bit the innocent drenched bunny he'd been that morning—
and now sitting right under the gaze of the man who had unknowingly picked him up from the rain.
Simon Anderson stood at the front of the class like a figure carved from elegance itself—effortless, cold, and dangerously beautiful.
His long black hair, smooth and straight, was tied neatly at the nape of his neck, the loose strands brushing against his crisp white collar. The ponytail somehow made him look even more refined, like a character out of a classic painting—calm, composed, and untouchably graceful. His green eyes, sharp and glinting like an aurora shimmering across a winter sky, swept over the classroom with a quiet authority.
He had a tall frame, with long legs that made his movements look fluid and commanding. His posture was perfect—never slouched, always poised. His hands were perhaps the most mesmerizing: long, bony fingers with defined knuckles, the kind of hands that looked made for writing poetry or playing piano, hands that held quiet power and elegance.
A small teardrop-shaped mole sat just near the corner of his left eye, adding a striking charm to his cold face. He wore gold-rimmed glasses today, and they framed his features in a way that was devastatingly attractive—an unintentional kind of sexiness that made Ethan's heart skip a beat.
The more Ethan looked at him, the more he thought, How can someone be this beautiful?
His fair skin, his sculpted face, his restrained grace—it felt like a crime against nature to look that good.
Ethan's heart was beating so fast, it was almost embarrassing.
And worst of all, he couldn't look away.
Simon's voice, when he spoke again, was even worse for Ethan's poor heart. Low, smooth, and deeply resonant, it was a sound that settled in your chest and refused to let go. It was like honey over ice—sweet yet sharp. It made Ethan want to listen, really listen, even though he usually had trouble focusing in new classes.
But this one? This class?
He was hooked from the first sentence. Not just on the subject, but on him.
When the lecture ended and students began shuffling out, Ethan let out a small breath of relief—until Simon's voice called across the room:
"Ethan Stewart. Stay back a moment."
His entire body froze. Slowly, he turned toward the professor, wide-eyed.
James grinned as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "Good luck, bunny. See you in the next life."
Theo just patted him on the shoulder and left quietly.
Ethan trudged toward Simon's desk, already resigned to his fate.
Looks like I'm about to lose points on my very first day… (个_个)
Simon didn't speak immediately. He glanced down at a card in his hand—Ethan's ID. He had it.
The professor looked back up, his cold green eyes locking with Ethan's warm amber ones. There was a silence, deep and charged, as if Simon was trying to understand the boy in front of him.
"Come to my office," Simon said calmly. "We need to talk."
Ethan swallowed hard and nodded, following behind him, feeling like a tiny bunny being led into the lion's den—except, for some reason, he wasn't scared. His heart was racing, yes. But part of him… couldn't wait to be near him again.