Elena didn’t go looking for something new. Not after Adrian. Not after the quiet clarity of something that had ended without damage. She told herself she didn’t need anything more. That she was fine focusing on school. On herself. On everything that already filled her days. And for a while… That was true. Life settled again. Classes. Assignments. Responsibilities. She spoke when necessary. Observed when she didn’t feel like speaking. Maintained her balance carefully—like something she had worked hard to rebuild and didn’t want to lose again. But life had a way of introducing things when you weren’t actively searching for them. His name was Lucas. He was different from Adrian in almost every way. Where Adrian was quiet, Lucas was expressive. Where Adrian observed, Lucas

