Iris
Iris was a fresh-faced sophomore in the cyber security department at University E, her dark hair pulled back into a loose bun, her cheeks flushed from the crisp autumn breeze. She was heading to class when she accidentally bumped into someone—hard enough to send both of them stumbling backward. “Whoa there!” The stranger’s voice was low and smooth, like velvet draped over a flickering flame. He caught her arm before she could fall, his grip steady yet tender, his fingers brushing against hers in a way that sent a shiver straight down her spine. “I’m so sorry,” Iris stammered, her cheeks b...
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Iris
Iris was a fresh-faced sophomore in the cyber security department at University E, her dark hair pulled back into a loose bun, her cheeks flushed from the crisp autumn breeze. She was heading to class when she accidentally bumped into someone—hard enough to send both of them stumbling backward. “Whoa there!” The stranger’s voice was low and smooth, like velvet draped over a flickering flame. He caught her arm before she could fall, his grip steady yet tender, his fingers brushing against hers in a way that sent a shiver straight down her spine. “I’m so sorry,” Iris stammered, her cheeks b...