Summer break was supposed to be safe. You made the alt account just to look - a quiet corner of the internet where you could follow Callum Reyes without consequence. No name, no face, nothing traceable back to his actual student. Then one half-asleep night, your thumb slipped. A reaction on his travel story. Three seconds of panic before you could undo it. Not fast enough. Now his message sits in your notifications, casual and warm and completely unaware of who you really are: *Hey, do I know you?* Your professor is in your DMs. He's waiting for a reply. And Kyra is one text away from either talking you down - or making everything so much worse.