When Two Worlds Collide のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The air in the male dormitory was stale, thick with the scent of unwashed laundry and the heavy, invisible weight of a broken heart. Aiden hadn't left his room in three days. The curtains were drawn tight against the afternoon sun, casting the small space into a perpetual, dusty twilight. He spent most of his time staring at the ceiling, tracing the cracks in the plaster as if they were a map to a life that actually made sense. He skipped his Advanced Calculus lectures, ignored the frantic pings from his group chats, and avoided the dining hall entirely. A soft, hesitant knock at the door fractured the silence. "Who is it?... The door's open," Aiden muttered. His voice felt like it was coated in gravel, flat and devoid of its usual rhythmic energy. Justine pushed the door open, the hallway light spilling in like an unwanted intruder. He frowned, his eyes scanning the cluttered desk and the figure buried under a mountain of blankets. "Bro, what's going on? You've vanished. Even the p

Aiden followed Damien into the private lounge, his breath catching in his throat as the heavy soundproof door clicked shut, orphaning the muffled roar of the club outside. His eyes widened, darting across the lavish interior. It wasn't just a room; it was a sanctuary of opulence. Soft, recessed amber lights cast a warm glow over deep mahogany surfaces and plush velvet sofas. The air smelled of expensive sandalwood and something sharp, like ozone before a storm. "Wow… this place is amazing. I can't believe such a place exists in a clubhouse," Aiden whispered to himself. He felt small here, his casual hoodie and jeans clashing with the sheer elegance of the space. He barely noticed Damien moving with fluid, feline grace toward a sideboard, pouring a clear liquid from a sleek, heavy bottle into two crystal tumblers. "Have a seat," Damien said smoothly, his voice vibrating in the quiet room. He gestured toward the oversized sofa that looked soft enough to swallow a person whole. He hande

​It was Monday already—three days after my… unforgettable night with that stranger. The physical soreness had finally faded, replaced by a lingering, restless anxiety that made every shadow look like a tall man in a tailored suit. Justine and I were walking toward our main lecture hall, the morning air crisp, when I noticed the shift in the atmosphere. People were staring. Not just the usual quick glances, but intense, wide-eyed gawking. Some girls were blushing furiously; others were huddled in tight circles, whispering with frantic energy. ​"Why are they looking at us like that? Do I have something on my face?" I muttered, pulling my hoodie tighter. ​"Are you sure it's us, or someone else? You're not that famous, Aiden," Justine scoffed, though she looked around with growing curiosity. ​"OMG! What are they doing in our faculty?" a girl nearby murmured, her voice breathless. "I can't believe it… they look like movie stars." ​"They came to meet their brother, who's in this faculty,

​After breakfast, the mansion fell into a heavy, expensive silence. Aiden wandered aimlessly through the marble halls, his mind drifting to his café back home. He missed the smell of burnt espresso and the sound of students arguing over physics. Eventually, he spotted Madam Smith sitting in the garden, a small porcelain tea set resting on the table before her. ​"Would you care to join me?" she asked. Her voice was gentle, yet it carried the natural authority of someone used to being obeyed. ​"Can I?" Aiden asked timidly, rubbing the back of his neck as he stepped onto the grass. ​"Of course, dear. Have a seat. Get him a drink," she ordered a nearby maid with a graceful wave of her hand. ​Aiden swallowed hard and sat across from her. The initial silence was awkward, but it quickly melted into easy conversation. He found her charming—grandmotherly but sharp, like a diamond wrapped in silk. ​"I could hardly believe it when I heard Damien brought someone home," she said, her eyes twin

​The following afternoon, the air in the Smith estate was heavy with the coming "send-off" party. While the mansion hummed with preparation, a different kind of preparation was happening across town in Mike's sleek, modern residence. ​"Sir, are you sure you want to go to the party?" his assistant asked, standing at the edge of his mahogany desk. ​"Yes, of course. I’ll be there," Mike replied, not looking up. "Have you found out more about that kid? ​"Yes, sir. Here’s the file." She handed him a neatly bound folder. Mike opened it, his eyes scanning the details with predatory interest. ​"So he’s Aiden, a university student... and he’s even prettier in these photos than he was in the club," he remarked, a smirk tugging at his lips. ​"But sir, he’s staying with the Smiths. He’ll be at the send-off tonight," she added tentatively. ​"Ah, that explains why Charlie has been so protective. It seems he’s Damien’s new boy," Mike said, a sly grin widening. "This just got a lot more interest