She noticed Stuart walking in, a huge figure draped in a custom suit that seemed to suck up all the light around him.

His hair, cut short, carried the chill of winter, and with him, an aura of undeniable authority. The moment he entered, the buzzing chatter of the grand auditorium faded into silence. Stuart's gaze swept the room, searching, but not finding Morwenna, a flicker of impatience crossing his features.

That impatience lent him an air of dangerous charisma, making him all the more intriguing.

Somewhere in the hushed quiet, a swallow was heard, loud as a gunshot in the silence.

That lone swallow seemed to break a dam, and whispers bubbled up amongst the students like a pot coming to boil.

"God, how can anyone be that rich and that handsome?"

"Keep it down, will you? I've heard Mr. Hetfield has quite the temper."

"Doesn't look like it to me. Everyone's staring, and he hasn't bit anyone's head off."

A man in a suit is my

The average Joe in a suit just looks like

peeked out,

mentioned he'd come to

University had strict policies about visitors, and

expected him to appear in

sure, but it wouldn't impact

herself Stuart was

that suit. I'm speaking on behalf of the freshmen soon and performing in a play." Morwenna felt like a child scoring

speech or her role in the play, she'd earned

to herself, but with Stuart, she couldn't help wanting

the guests of honor, relaxed his impatient scowl and casually adjusted his shirt

himself made a point of sitting next to Stuart, engaging

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