The photo hit campus before sunrise.
Rina woke to the vibration of her phone — one notification, then ten, then an avalanche. Group chat pings. Social media tags. A hundred screenshots. A thousand whispers.
One image.
One angle.
One moment she hadn’t even realized someone captured.
Jace Ezan, standing inches from her in the parking lot.
His hand cupping her cheek.
Her face tilted toward him.
Both of them caught in a moment that looked nothing like a contract.
More like a love story.
Or a scandal.
Or a lie they couldn’t talk their way out of.
No caption needed.
No explanation accepted.
CampusWatch wrote its own.
“Mystery Girl Confirmed — Jace Ezan Seen Getting Intimate After Game.”
Rina’s throat locked.
Her heart slammed against her ribs.
She closed her phone… but the vibr
