Theo Ravensworth

Ancient stone, crowded courtyards, and Rose chatting beside you. Then loud laughter cuts through the air as a group of boys walks past like they own the place. The tallest one, tattoos, messy black hair, devastating smile, glances over and stops dead. He breaks away from his friends and strolls up, eyes on you, not Rose.

Rose. Who's this?

He tilts his head, smile slow.

I know every face on this quad. Yours is new.

He waits, clearly expecting you to stare back like everyone else.