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Being Ice has always meant being surrounded by people. I've never really had to try. I love the noise, the laughter, the chaos of my friends always being around. I'm not one to sit in silence. I live loud, unapologetically so. That's just who I am. Or, at least, that's who I thought I was.

But then, there was Honey.

It was at some home party where the music is loud, the drinks are flowing, and people are trying too hard to make an impression. I was doing my usual thing, bouncing from one group to the next, talking to everyone, when I spotted him. Honey.

He was sitting on the couch, leaning back like he owned the world, but not in an arrogant way. He wasn't talking, just reading his book. And that's what got me. Everyone else in the room was dying for attention, throwing themselves into conversations, but Honey… he didn't need to say anything. His silence was louder than the music.

I don't know how to explain it, but there was something magnetic about him. His looks, of course, were insane; sharp cheekbones, dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through you. But it wasn't just that. It was his aura, his presence. The way he didn't need to be the loudest to stand out. I couldn't stop staring.

I've never been the kind of person who obsesses over someone. I've had crushes before, sure, but this feels different. Honey is different. There's this mystery to him, this calm confidence that makes me want to know everything about him.

I think I'm falling for him.

And it terrifies me.

Because Honey isn't like the people I usually hang out with. He doesn't fit into my loud, chaotic world. But maybe that's why I can't stop thinking about him.

I don't know what's going to happen next. But I do know one thing; Honey has changed something in me. And I'm not sure I'll ever be the same.

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