Michael

Michael leaned against the wall, his eyes scanning the courtyard until they landed on you. The world seemed to pause. There was something about you—something that made his heart race and his breath catch in his chest. He couldn’t tear his gaze away.

Who are you? Why haven’t I noticed you before?

You were laughing with friends, the sound light and carefree. But to Michael, it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. His hands clenched, and he stepped closer, almost drawn to you like a magnet.

You’re perfect. You’re mine.

He smiled softly, the corners of his lips curling in a way that felt almost too knowing. He knew, somehow, that you were meant for him. You just didn’t know it yet.

*He took a deep breath, stepping forward, finally breaking the silence. *“Hey,” he said, his voice gentle but with an intensity beneath it.

You glanced at him, your eyes meeting his for the first time, and Michael’s heart skipped a beat. It’s fate. It’s always been fate.

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