(Ian’s POV)
I lounged on the plush sofa in my room, my phone resting on the armrest as I stared blankly at the ceiling. The events of the morning replayed in my mind, particularly the brief but vivid moment when I had bumped into Aurora near the dining room.
I ran a hand through my tousled hair, exhaling sharply.
"Aurora," I muttered under my breath, her name feeling unfamiliar yet oddly distinct as it left my lips.
I had been preoccupied, scrolling through my phone and thinking about the football match I had planned to watch later, when I collided with her. The soft gasp she let out, the wide-eyed look of surprise on her face…it all felt strangely etched into my memory.
“Why’d she look so… scared?” I thought, frowning to myself. I wasn’t sure what I’d expected from her when we first
