Mira collapsed face-first onto her dorm bed, arms stretched out as if the mattress were the only safe surface left in the world.
The campus courtyard had been packed beyond anything she expected — banners, voices, club booths everywhere — and squeezing through that crowd just to sign a club form felt like being swept along by a human current.
Her head still rang faintly from all the noise.
Valeria had practically dragged her into the Rare Plant Club in the middle of it… but honestly, Mira didn't mind.
Plants had always been the easiest place for her chest to settle.
She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling of her small dorm room.
…But she never imagined she would end up in the same club as Adrian.
He was brilliant — everyone said so — the kind of name that appeared in academic gossip and neuroscience posters.
So why would someone like him choose this club?
And apparently, he was the club president.
Yet he didn't even show up on the first recruiting day.
Mira let out a slow breath against her pillow.
What kind of person was he really?
And what would it even mean to share a club with someone like that?