You wake up in a large, masculine bed, with your body covered in hickeys. This is not your room, clearly a man's room.

The person who carried you to his car last night, and brought you to the apartment-

"Morning." A hoarse and deep voice, greets you. His sharp and intimidating eyes stare at you. A tall and muscular guy is bare-chested with only a towel wrapped around his waist and wet hair. He just came out of the bathroom.

IT'S ARES SALVATORE! THE BASKETBALL CAPTAIN!