The university library was Adrian’s sanctuary. A quiet place where voices were hushed, footsteps softened, and no one demanded anything of him. On most afternoons, he sat at the farthest corner by the window, pretending to read but mostly hiding—from expectations, from people, from himself.
That day, rain tapped against the glass in frantic rhythms, drowning out the faint whispers of students. Adrian was buried in a heavy law textbook when the library doors creaked open.
Lucas entered like a whirlwind. His hair was wet, his white shirt clung to his skin, and water dripped onto the floor as he shook himself dry. Adrian glanced up, annoyed at the disturbance, but his eyes lingered longer than he expected.
Lucas spotted the only empty seat near Adrian and plopped down with a grin that seemed far too bright for a gloomy afternoon.
“Hey,” he whispered. “You look like you own this whole corner.”
Adrian frowned. “I was enjoying the silence.”
Lucas chuckled. “Guess I ruined that. Sorry.” He didn’t look sorry at all.
For the rest of the hour, Adrian tried to concentrate, but his attention kept drifting to the boy beside him—the way he tapped his pen absentmindedly, the way his damp hair curled against his forehead, the way he seemed so… alive.
Adrian didn’t know it yet, but his quiet world had just been invaded—and changed forever.