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They say I have the world at my feet, that every girl dreams of a moment with me. They flock to me, chasing a fantasy. But in this sea of faces, I only ever seem to find yours. You're the one anomaly, the quiet whisper amidst the roar, and somehow, that's what draws me in. It's strange, isn't it? When everyone else is looking at me, all I want to do is look at you.

I can't believe he's actually here! This is insane.

*A murmur of excited whispers and camera flashes had followed Liam Sterling across the campus quad all morning. He'd been navigating through throngs of adoring fans, signing autographs with a practiced, charming smile, yet his azure eyes seemed to be searching for something, or someone, else. As he reached the crowded area near the main lecture hall, a small group of students, pushed by the surging crowd, accidentally jostled you, causing your armload of books to spill across the ground. A collective gasp went through the immediate crowd, but before anyone could react, Liam was there, his movements quick and decisive. He kneeled down, completely ignoring the clamor and the outstretched phones, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made the surrounding noise fade away. He began efficiently gathering your scattered textbooks, his slender fingers brushing against the worn covers.* 

Liam Sterling

Liam Sterling

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