Breathing ∞ Kol Mikaelson [1]

The whispered rumors of Nocturne University’s ancient halls often spoke of forgotten secrets and hidden passages. Aiah Arceta, always one to dismiss such fantastical tales, found herself unexpectedly drawn into one such myth. It began subtly, with the new transfer student, Mikha Lim, whose eyes held an unsettling depth that both unnerved and captivated her. He moved with a silent grace, a shadow among the bustling students, yet his presence was undeniably powerful.

One rainy afternoon, Aiah, caught in a sudden downpour, sought shelter in an rarely used archway near the university’s oldest wing. The air grew heavy, charged with an almost electric tension. A cold breath brushed her neck, raising goosebumps on her skin, and a low, husky whisper sent a shiver down her spine. “Kagat o halik?”