The night of the exhibit buzzed with quiet celebration. The hall was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and soft music as students basked in the success of their work. Professors congratulated their mentees, and photographers moved from one corner to another, capturing the smiles and the glow of the night.

Laura stood near her painting, smiling faintly as she received a few compliments. At the corner of the room, Jacob lingered, watching her longer than he should. There was a weight in his gaze—something deeper than admiration, something only he could explain.

Cole noticed.

He stood at the opposite end of the hall, arms crossed, his jaw tense. For most...