Theron's POV
After finishing my match, I always go to meet Damon—of course, to show off my handsome face. But as I was walking, my hand slipped, and my basketball suddenly rolled away. It was truly heartbreaking to watch my beloved basketball leave me.
When I followed its path, I saw a little angel.
He was bouncing my basketball in his small hands. He looked so tiny, cute, and beautiful. At first glance, I thought he was Orian, but then I realized he wasn't.
Orian looks like a kid, but something about this guy was different. Maybe that's why I was so drawn to him. I think I fell in love at first sight. That's why I even showed him some ball tricks.
But when I glanced at him, his face was completely blank. Still, I clearly remembered that just a moment ago, he had been excited, even saying "Wow!" when he saw my tricks. And yet, now he was making that expression? My curiosity about him only grew.
"My name is Theron. Now, tell me yours," I asked, looking at him, eager to hear his answer. But instead of replying, he started shifting his gaze around nervously. My full attention was on him, of course—I wanted him to know that I had a crush on him.
"Silas... That's my name," he finally replied. His voice was so soft, perfectly matching his delicate appearance.
"Wow, that's a cute name, Silas. So, why are you sitting here alone?"
I waited for him to answer, but he took his time before responding.
"I'm a trainee here. I just joined today."
Oh, so he's a trainee. Well, he definitely has the looks of an actor—I can't deny that. And the best part? Since he's here, I can see him again.
"Ohh, that's cool, Silas. I hope you become the most popular actor. But you still haven't told me—why are you sitting here alone?"
"I'm waiting for my manager, Nekol. He left me at my acting lessons, but now that they're over, he hasn't come to pick me up," Silas explained.
"Do you know the way to the dorm?"
He suddenly checked his phone—probably checking the time.
"I do, but Nekol said my schedule is full today, so I'm waiting for him instead of going back."
I rested my basketball on my shoulder and looked down at him. He was so short, which only made him look cuter as he gazed up at me.
"Should I wait with you?"
I sat down on the bench beside him, but he remained standing. So, I set my basketball down, grabbed his hand, and gently pulled him down to sit beside me. He flinched at my sudden action.
"What the hell?! Don't just touch me as you please!"
He immediately moved away from me, clearly uncomfortable.
"Are you hungry? Want to eat something?" I asked, pretending to be concerned about him.
In reality, I was the one who was starving. I hadn't eaten anything since my match and had come straight here.
"I'm not hungry," Silas replied.
I started looking around, resting both hands on the bench. I had a habit of shaking my leg while sitting—it felt oddly satisfying.
I glanced at Silas again, and he was staring at me with those sharp, wild eyes.
"Silas, if you've fallen for me, you can just say it directly. Who knows? I might not reject you."
His gaze sharpened as he glared at me.
"Don't be so full of yourself. Yes, I admit you're handsome, but I have no feelings for you," he said flatly.
"Ouch! That hurts. Your words are really harsh," I pretended to be wounded.
"Enough with your acting," he shot back, unimpressed.
Just then, a guy came running toward us, wearing a hoodie. He stopped in front of Silas.
"Silas, let's go," the guy said.
Silas immediately stood up—I figured this was his manager, Nekol.
"Where have you been? You left me alone here waiting for you!" Silas complained.
"Wait a second! You weren't alone—I was here keeping you company, wasn't I?" I reminded him with a smirk.
That's when I noticed Nekol eyeing me as if he recognized me. He even bowed slightly before turning back to Silas. They were about to leave, but before they could, I grabbed Silas's hand.
"We'll meet again, my love," I teased.
Silas made a weird face and quickly pulled away, leaving with his manager. I stood there watching him go, then decided to head to Damon's office.
As I knocked on the door, a familiar voice reached my ears. I knew exactly who was inside besides Damon, so I didn't bother waiting—I just opened the door and walked in.
And I was right. It was my younger brother, Lysander.
"Lysander! You've gotten even more handsome," I rushed over to him, about to give him a hug.
But before I could, he pushed me away.
"Yeah, but Theron, don't you dare hug me," he said sternly.
He sat on the sofa, crossing his legs and folding his arms over his chest.
"You don't want to hug your own brother? How heartless," I sighed dramatically before taking a seat in front of Damon.
"Hey, dude, let's go for a drink. It's been ages since we hung out together," I suggested.
The four of us brothers were always busy, but Lysander especially had the tightest schedule. He hardly ever met up with us, sometimes disappearing for months. That's why I wanted to spend some time with him now.
Since his new drama's shooting is about to start in a few weeks, I'll make sure to hang out with him before that.
"Yeah, I also want to drink, but what about Kael? Why isn't he here?" Lysander asked.
"Of course, Kael must be busy with his drawings. Let me call him."
I dialed Kael's number, and after a few rings, he finally picked up—only to tell me he was sleeping. Man, he's way too lazy. I honestly wonder how he even managed to become an artist.
"Damon, you seem busy since you're not even replying to me now," I said, raising an eyebrow.
Damon stopped typing on his laptop and glanced at me while adjusting his glasses.
"Mind helping me, Theron? I really have a lot of work right now. If I don't finish it, we might not be able to go for drinks."
"Of course, Damon. I'll help you—don't worry."
I started assisting him with his work while Lysander stretched out on the sofa. Within minutes, he had fallen asleep. I guess he was exhausted—after all, he barely gets any free time for himself.