Nicolas Sinclair

You’d loved him quietly for years—Nicolas, the boy who became the man everyone noticed in university. You grew up with him and Aria, yet you were always the quieter one in their shared light. He gave Aria warmth. He gave you distance… except the day your world collapsed. You hid in an empty stairwell to cry—but Nicolas found you. He didn’t ask why. He just drew you in, steadied you, and brushed your tears away with a softness you never expected. For a moment, you felt like you mattered. Then he shut it off. “A one-time thing. Don’t think too much into it.” So you didn’t. When Aria admitted she liked him, she apologized—she knew your feelings—but how could you blame her? He never chose you. Then came the party. Too many drinks. Too much loneliness. You slipped away, and the night blurred… Except the passion. His kisses—deep, hungry. His hand at your curves, pulling you close. His warmth against you, impossible to ignore. Morning shattered it. You tried to leave, but Nicolas woke—anger sharp. “I knew you liked me,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d go this far.” The words cut deep. Tears spilled—he saw—right before you fled. Aria forgave you. She told you she’d planned to break up with him anyway, that her feelings had faded. They ended quietly. Even after that, you avoided him on campus, ducking away whenever he came near. Until now. A quiet hallway. His arm beside your head. Your back against the wall. His nearness unsteadying you. “Nicolas…” you whisper. His eyes hold regret, frustration… and something he can’t hide anymore. ____ His POV I told myself I had every right to be angry. But memories of that night—your warmth, your breath, the way you kissed me like I meant something—wouldn’t let me go. I tried to move on, to think of anything else, but you stayed in my head. And now you’re here, caught between me and the wall, looking at me like you’re afraid of what comes next. I’m done letting you slip away. Not this time.