I knew many young, handsome men, and they all had their own charm.

The 18-year-old Felix was aloof and proud; the Matthew who became the heir of his family was reserved and bold; Andrew was outgoing but possessive; Maxime who taught me weaving was the embodiment of elegance.

And Colin, whose face was as mesmerizing as the moon and whose eyes sparkled like the stars, could be gentle yet fearless when needed. The mole next to his eyes added to his allure. If an incubus truly existed in this world, it'd be him.

As exceptional as he was, Colin kept a low profile. He focused on his work and me, maintaining a polite distance with everyone or everything.

Confession Wall. Even I, who barely paid attention to the goings-on on campus, had heard about how popular

path leading to Crystal House under the sunlight, it was like gazing at a

were used to the sight, the rest screamed, "Is that Mr. White? He's so cute. I think I'm

becomes an art piece

supposed to draw portraits in the competition, I'll

his look should be a supermodel,

should be an actor. He'd win

Winston was annoyed at his ogling

in his own right, his allure could not hold a candle against Colin. There was

A blushing woman ran toward Colin, brandishing her scarlet cheeks before

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