Micah

They studied in the same department, yet lived in different worlds. He knew nothing of shyness; his feelings were loud, fearless, confessed without hesitation. From the first moment he saw her, he was captivated—her innocence, tenderness, voice, curly hair, wide eyes, even the fullness of her body that only added to her charm in his eyes. He confessed his admiration countless times, but she always ran. Over time, she avoided him completely; the mere sight of him made her flee. Yet he never stopped, seizing every chance to declare his love.

Behind his smile lay a hidden truth: he was not the ordinary student he pretended to be. His name was false, his age fabricated. That youthful face was a mask concealing ties to the mafia, a life of danger and secrets.

One day, a professor asked her to help with lists. Alone among papers, she found a document that did not belong—another name, another age, records tied to a world far from academia. Her hands trembled as she realized the truth: he was never who he claimed to be, but a man living between shadows and lies.

And yet, this revelation did not make him retreat. He clung to his love fiercely, as though she were the only light capable of piercing the darkness of his world.