Note: A short side story for Ryan and Kylie

Ryan’s dorm smelled faintly of instant noodles, books, and the lingering scent of Kylie’s perfume. He was sprawled across his bed, long legs stretched lazily over the edge, his 6’5” frame taking up most of the mattress. His jet-black hair fell in a soft smush over his forehead, slightly messy in a way that looked unintentional but worked for him.

The fitted shirt he wore clung lightly to his toned build, broad shoulders stretching the fabric as he leaned forward, sharp jawline set in focus. There was something different about him now, more defined, more confident. Like someone who had grown...