(Ian’s POV)
I was walking down the hallway with my friends, laughter and light banter filling the air as we made our way toward the cafeteria. It had been a busy morning with back-to-back classes, and I was looking forward to unwinding with my usual crew.
As we turned the corner, a familiar voice called out.
"Ian, wait!"
I sighed, recognizing Natasha’s voice, and tried to ignore her, but when I turned slightly, I saw tears glistening in her eyes. Her expression was desperate, and there was a plea in her voice that made me pause.
"I'll catch up with you guys" I told my friends. They exchanged curious glances but nodded, leaving me alone with Natasha.
"What is it, Natasha?" I asked, my tone sharp but restrained. Natasha stepped closer, her voice trembling.
"Ian, please. I know I mess
