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.

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

House under the sunlight, it was like gazing at a

sight, the rest screamed, "Is that Mr. White? He's so cute. I

he's so handsome that he becomes an art piece just by

my memory. If we're supposed to draw portraits

should

he should be an actor. He'd win so

have a charming man as my boyfriend, it could be troublesome too. Winston was annoyed at his ogling peers. He glared at those who often admired him in secret, wishing that he could make them look at

his allure could

brought you here?" A blushing woman ran toward Colin, brandishing her scarlet

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