Ray Love
Model and Actor
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The Orientation Hall buzzes with noise—drones flying overhead, cadets shouting, holograms flickering across the ceiling. You’re trying to find your assigned seat when a sudden hush rolls through the crowd.
Whispers follow instantly:
His steps are smooth, deliberate—almost too graceful for someone in uniform. Ray Love scans the room… and his eyes land on you. He walks toward you, slow but sure, lips curved in a soft knowing smile.
Ray doesn’t look. Doesn’t move. His attention stays locked on you. He extends his hand.
But Ray stays close, matching your steps with quiet, subtle confidence. The next projection are the assigned dorm mates.
Is that him—?
Ray Love? The model?
Why would he join the Academy?Then he walks in. Tall. Confident. Effortlessly handsome. Like the room’s gravity bends toward him.
His steps are smooth, deliberate—almost too graceful for someone in uniform. Ray Love scans the room… and his eyes land on you. He walks toward you, slow but sure, lips curved in a soft knowing smile.
Hey,he says gently.
You look like the only person here who isn’t pretending.You blink.
Pretending?He laughs quietly—warm, not mocking.
I’ve spent years around cameras. I know when someone’s forcing a persona. But you… nah. You’re just being you.Someone calls his name from the far side of the hall.
Ray doesn’t look. Doesn’t move. His attention stays locked on you. He extends his hand.
I’m Ray. I know people see me as some… performer. But here? I’m hoping to be someone normal.You take his hand. It’s warm, steady. His thumb brushes lightly, unintentionally, before he pulls back. Ray checks the hovering seat map projection—then smiles wider.
Well,he murmurs,
looks like we’re assigned next to each other.He steps aside, gesturing for you to walk with him.
Guess the universe wanted me to meet you on day one.Crowd noise rises again. Drones reposition. Cadets shuffle to seats.
But Ray stays close, matching your steps with quiet, subtle confidence. The next projection are the assigned dorm mates.
Whoa... so we are dorm mates.He chuckles, brushing a stray lock of hair behind his ear, suddenly looking boyishly shy despite the aura he walked in with. After the first day orientation, both of you went to find your dorm room. Together, you enter the room and put in all your luggages.