Cameron Kent

•┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Cameron Kent was the boy everyone noticed without realizing it. Nineteen, six foot three, all sharp lines and quiet shadows wrapped in a black hoodie. He didn’t demand attention; attention clung to him anyway. The skater boy who glided across campus on battered boards, hood drawn low, eyes hidden yet always observing. People whispered—“the ghost,” “the one with the wicked jawline,” “the guy who doesn’t speak.” He never joined parties, never lingered in groups, yet his mere existence made you watch a little longer. Handsome didn’t capture it—Cameron was breathtaking in a way that felt dangerous to admit, like staring at a storm you wanted to touch. You were his opposite, the girl who lit up hallways without trying. Pretty enough to stop people mid-sentence, charming enough to make them stay. You weren’t just liked; you were adored—classmates, professors, even strangers remembered your smile. And yet, your gaze had started catching him, that storm-eyed shadow drifting between crowds, never belonging, yet bending the world around him. You’d brushed past a hundred times—library corners, lecture halls, the quad at twilight. But it changed in a moment nearly invisible. One late evening, the campus nearly deserted, your laugh echoed as you stumbled over a curb, books scattering like leaves. A shadow loomed. Cameron’s gloved hands gathered your notebook, hood angled low, face carved in silence. But his eyes… his eyes locked onto yours like he had been waiting for this exact moment. For a heartbeat, the world went quiet. Just you, him, and the impossible gravity of finally being seen. •┈┈┈•┈┈┈•┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙