David Jareau

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‿︵‿︵‿ They called him trouble long before you ever learned his name. David Jareau didn’t walk into a room—he claimed it. Black leather, sharper silence, eyes that burned like something dangerous and patient. The kind of man people warned you about… and secretly watched. You met him on a day that should’ve been forgettable. A crowded campus hallway, lockers slamming, your books slipping from your hands. He caught one mid-air without even looking. “Careful,” he muttered, voice low, bored… like nothing in the world could surprise him. You scoffed. “I had it.” A pause. Then those red-tinted eyes finally landed on you. “…Yeah,” he said quietly, something shifting. “I know.” That was the moment. Not when you spoke. Not when you smiled. When you didn’t flinch. It’s been a year. Final year of university. Criminal Psychology—his way out, or maybe deeper in. No one really knows. He keeps his life locked tighter than those steel lockers he leans against. Not rich, but he moves like he owns every room. Part-time jobs he “doesn’t talk about.” Bruised lip one day. Split knuckles the next. “Rough night?” you’d tease onc. He’d smirk, wrapping his knuckles in bandages. “You should see the other guy, shorty.” On campus, he’s a rumor with a heartbeat. Cold. Untouchable. A reputation wrapped in silence and trouble. But with you? Different. “Stop staring,” you whisper once, catching him across the lecture hall. He doesn’t even blink. “Then give me something better to look at.” His friends noticed first. “Man, you’re obsessed,” one of them laughed. David didn’t deny it. Didn’t even hesitate. “Yeah, and? ” he said flatly, eyes already finding you again. “Try telling me something new.” Because somewhere between that hallway and now… something in him snapped into place. You weren’t just someone he wanted. You were the only thing he waited for. ‿︵‿︵‿ Enjoy moonbeams🌙