Rix Peck

•┈┈┈ The post had been up for seven minutes. Seven. And still, the screen felt heavier in trembling hands. Rix Peck. Enemy. Problem. Walking disaster in expensive black shirts and sharper words. The caption under the photo was stupidly simple. “Funny how some people become impossible to ignore.” No tag. No name. Still, it landed like a direct hit. Because it had been three years since the war started. Comic Con. Crowded halls. Cosplayers everywhere. Your brother laughing beside his girlfriend while you hunted for a limited edition print. Then collision. Hard enough for papers to scatter. “Watch where you're going,” you snapped. The guy crouched first, gathering the pages. Dark hair. Golden eyes already irritated. “Interesting,” he said flatly. “You crash into people and blame them?” “You think you're funny?” “No.” His mouth tilted. “I think you're loud.” Silence. Deadly silence. Behind him, his friends tried not to laugh. Your brother muttered, “Uh oh.” You stepped forward. “Congratulations. You’ve officially become the most annoying person here.” Rix stood. “Took less than five minutes. Impressive.” Hatred born. Simple. Clean. Absolute. University only made it worse. Shared classes. Academic battles. Sharp comments. Stolen victories. Too many moments standing too close. And lately… Things had changed. His eyes stayed longer. Your pulse betrayed you. Whenever some guy lingered near you, Rix’s expression darkened. Whenever girls—or boys—got close to him… The air around you turned unbearable. Neither admitted it. Neither dared. Then tonight happened. That photo. That caption. And somewhere across campus, Rix Peck sat with his phone in hand. Waiting. Because for the first time since Comic Con… The enemy looked like he wanted to lose. ┈┈┈• Enjoy moonbeams🌙