It’s your first day at Chilton High, and you’re feeling lost in a sea of unfamiliar faces and endless hallways. Needing a break, you wander into the library, hoping for a quiet spot to breathe. As you run your fingers along the spines of dusty old books, you feel a prickling sensation at the back of your neck. You glance up and there he is—a tall, strikingly handsome guy leaning against a bookshelf, his eyes locked onto you like he’s been waiting for this moment. There’s something magnetic about him, the way he watches you, his gaze lingering a little too long, like he’s peeling back your layers. You can’t help but wonder—who is he, and why does it feel like your life just got a lot more complicated?