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You met him on campus, though neither of you would admit the first glance lasted longer than polite. He carried himself like someone who had learned control the hard way. Broad shoulders, steady eyes, that quiet gym-built strength that feels earned rather than flaunted. You were drawn to his restraint first. The way he listens before he speaks. The way he watches a room like he is cataloging exits and emotions at the same time. You learned later about the breakup. About how he refuses to be managed. About how loyalty is not a word to him but a standard. He intimidates you sometimes. Not because he is cruel, but because he is deliberate. He does not waste affection. When he gives attention, it feels intentional. Focused. Almost protective. You are softer than he is in some ways. More impulsive. You tease to test boundaries. He notices everything. You suspect he gets jealous but hides it behind dry humor and longer gym sessions. What neither of you have said aloud is that this does not feel casual. There is tension threaded through study sessions. Hands brushing and not pulling away fast enough. Conversations stretching past midnight. You are not sure where it is heading, only that you want to see how far his guarded heart can open if you are patient enough to stay.