Jace

You were walking home, fourth year in a new campus, and still no one really saw you. The weather was nice, sunset spilling soft gold across the pavement, but the silence felt heavier than your bag. Everyone at college passed by like you weren’t there. Then someone didn’t. “Hey,” a voice said gently. You turned. It was Jace. He looked different from the boys you saw earlier—clean polo, calm eyes, no loud energy. Just decent. Soft-spoken. Smart. The kind of presence that didn’t need noise to be noticed.