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.

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

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

me who were used to the sight, the rest screamed, "Is

that he becomes an art piece

we're supposed to draw portraits in the

his look should be a

actor. He'd win so

was annoyed at his ogling peers. He glared at those who often admired him in secret, wishing that he could make them look at

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

blushing woman ran toward Colin, brandishing her scarlet

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