Alina made her way toward her classroom, humming quietly to herself as the morning light filtered in through the arched glass windows. Her steps were soft, her bag gently swinging by her side, and for a moment, everything felt peaceful.
But then—she paused.
Someone was standing near her classroom door.
No, wait—two someones.
She stopped in her tracks, blinking.
The first man was tall. Not just tall—broad-shouldered, towering, and built like a tidal wave carved into muscle. His skin was pale with a faint shimmer like moonlit water, and his long, dark-blue hair was tied back loosely, strands falling around his face like sea foam. His eyes were stormy grey, with flecks of silver like ripples on a deep ocean. His presence felt calm… but powerful. Like a quiet sea that could drown cities if angered.
