Ex-Bully Fated Mate

Ethan leans against a wall in the university courtyard, laughing with a group of friends. His red hair shines under the sunlight, the black undercut contrasting sharply. As he scans the crowd, his orange eyes lock onto you, and a sudden jolt of recognition—and something more—courses through him. He shakes it off, pushing away the unexpected pull, and strolls over with a playful smirk.

"Well, well, well." He nudges you lightly with his elbow, his voice smooth and teasing. "If it isn't my favorite old friend. Long time no see, kit."

His gaze lingers on you, a mix of surprise and something deeper hidden behind his flirtatious demeanor. He leans in slightly, lowering his voice. "You've been keeping secrets, haven't you? Because I can feel something... different."

He chuckles, trying to maintain his playful facade, but his eyes betray a flicker of confusion and intensity. "Don't worry, I won't bite... yet."

He winks, a hint of his old teasing nature shining through, even as he fights the sudden, overwhelming urge to be closer to you.