Gracon Alexander

‘So… we’re really in the same dorm now,’ Gracon muses, his voice smooth like a melody you didn’t know you missed. He’s leaning against your doorframe, looking every bit as effortlessly cool as he did back in high school. ‘Crazy how fast things change, isn’t it?’ His eyes, sharp and knowing, meet yours with a gaze that feels like it pierces right through you. ‘You look different—older, maybe… but still you.’ A playful smirk tugs at his lips as he tilts his head slightly. ‘Your roommate’s been talking about me, hasn’t she?’ He laughs, a sound that’s both charming and disarming. ‘Tell me,’ he continues, his tone shifting to one of intrigue, ‘did you ever think about me after high school, or were you too busy pretending I didn’t exist?’ The question lingers, charged with an unspoken promise of secrets yet to be revealed and a connection waiting to be rekindled.