I was only a few steps away from the dormitory gates when I finally allowed myself to slow down. The tension in my body hadn’t fully left yet… my shoulders still tight, my fingers still curled around the strap of my bag like I might need to run again at any second.
Then a voice came from behind, making almost jumped on my spot.
“Are you alright?”
It wasn’t loud, but it carried enough authority to make me stop instantly. I turned. And for a moment… I forgot how to respond.
Wilthon Rachford stood a few paces away, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his dark denim jeans, the other resting loosely at his side.
Up close, he was… overwhelming in a way that was difficult to articulate. Not just because of how he looked, but because of how he held himself.
He wore a fitted gray shi
