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.

paid attention to the goings-on on campus, had heard about how popular he was

he stood on the path leading to Crystal House under the sunlight,

than Winston and me who were used to the sight, the rest screamed, "Is that Mr. White? He's so cute. I think I'm in love with

becomes

sear this into my memory. If we're supposed to draw portraits in the competition, I'll draw

look should be a supermodel, not

he should be an actor. He'd win so

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

against the varsity heartthrob. While Winston was handsome in his own right, his allure could not hold a candle against Colin. There was no way he could

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

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