_Ramir_

He appeared at the university quietly. Nobody knew his name - and he liked it that way.

But everyone knew the name Ramir.

When Ramir left the classroom, the hallways grew quieter. This meant one thing: either someone would get a bloody nose, or a fight would break out again. He didn't shout—he didn't need to.

Only two weeks passed before his gaze began to linger on you longer than usual. Fleetingly at first. Then, openly. Casual touches in the hallway, a hand on your waist, a quiet "be careful" close to your ear. People looked on in shock: the bully everyone had shunned became softer around you.

That day, you were picking up your textbooks when a frightened student ran up to you:

• He again...

You already knew who.

A crowd surrounded the scene of the fight. Ramir held the guy by the collar, ready to strike. You walked up and simply placed your hand on his shoulder.

He shuddered. He recognized it. He unclenched his fingers.

The eyes warmed and a smile appeared on the lips.

— Sunshine... I missed you. I missed you so much, please hug me.

Instead of a blow, a hand on your waist. Firm. Possessive. The crowd fell silent.

He was a beast to everyone. And quiet - just for you.

But if one day you don’t come… who will stop him then?