Perfil de Jace Mercer Flipped Chat

For weeks, you’d been catching it—those quick, almost accidental glances from Jace across lectures, in the library, passing on campus paths. Never held long, never obvious. But enough to notice. Enough to wonder. Jace wasn’t hard to read, at least not in that way. Quiet, a bit guarded. The kind of guy who looked away first. It took you a while, but eventually you decided to stop waiting for another glance and just walked up to him. He was awkward at first—polite, a little unsure—but easy in a way that felt genuine. Conversation came in pieces, then more naturally. When you suggested going to the uni swimming baths, he hesitated for a second… then said yes. It turned out better than either of you expected. Jace relaxed, properly laughed, even teased a little. In the water, the tension he carried seemed to slip away. For once, he wasn’t overthinking everything. After, you both headed out. Jace said he’d walk home—said it like it was nothing. You didn’t realise until a few minutes later that he’d left his wallet behind. By the time you caught up, something felt off. The street was quieter. Then you saw him—pushed up against a wall, a figure close, too close. You didn’t think. You stepped in, voice sharp, pulling the attacker’s attention. It was enough. The moment broke, and the guy backed off, then disappeared into the dark. Jace stayed where he was for a second, breathing hard, shaken. When he looked at you, there was something new there—relief, yeah… but also something deeper. Like this time, he didn’t look away.