Kyra
He was… mesmerizing.
From the moment I looked at him, I could feel something off — something dark. A dangerous aura clung to him like a shadow, thick and undeniable. Every instinct inside me screamed, Stay away. Don't go near him.
But I couldn't look away.
It wasn't just attraction — it was magnetic, unnerving, pulling. My chest tightened. My heart beat faster, too fast, and heat rushed to my face. No. No, Kyra. Don't give in to this nonsense. Don't lose to your own thoughts.
"Student ID 0 465— Aldrin. 100 sit ups Now!" I snapped, louder than intended.
He just smiled at me — calm, smug — like it was the easiest thing in the world.
The hazing session ended. Finally.
I dragged myself back to my dorm, still reeling from what had just happened. I knew I'd gone overboard. 100 sit-ups were no joke. But judging from his lean, athletic frame, I was sure he'd be fine. And honestly… I couldn't help it.
When I get angry — or worse, flustered — I lose all self-control.
Still, today wasn't the day for him to act like a hero. Not in front of me.
I sat at my desk, flipping through my planner. I had three assignments due by tomorrow. All delayed because of the hazing schedule. And now, I had barely six hours to do what usually took double that.
I considered calling My friend for help, but I shook the thought away. He was probably buried in work too.
My head was pounding. It felt like someone was knocking from inside my skull. I blinked at the screen, but the words blurred. The bed in the corner of the room looked more tempting by the second.
It was already past midnight.
Just a quick rest, I thought. Just ten minutes...
"Still awake, darling? Need some help?"
I jolted upright.
My eyes darted around the room.
No one was there.
I checked the door. Still locked. The window — closed. The room was dead silent, except for the low hum of my desk fan.
Had I just… imagined that?
I'm really losing it. It's the stress. Definitely.
I stood up, rubbing my temples. Maybe I just needed sleep. Proper, uninterrupted, solid sleep.
"You're not going insane, darling. Going to sleep already? I thought you weren't tired."
The voice came again.
Soft. Smooth. Teasing.
Inside my head.
This time, I froze. I wasn't dreaming. I was fully awake. Eyes wide open. Heart pounding.
"Who… Who's there?" I whispered, voice shaky.
Silence.
Nothing.
I stared at my reflection in the dark window. My face was pale, lips slightly parted. My breath fogged the glass.
No one's here. You're tired. Exhausted. Hallucinating.
Yeah. That's it. Hallucinating. I needed sleep.
I didn't even bother changing clothes. I switched off the lights and collapsed into bed, pulling the blanket over me like a shield. My body curled instinctively, heart still pounding in my chest.
But as I drifted toward unconsciousness, one last whisper echoed in my mind:
"Sweet dreams, my sunshine."