The water was your second home.

Swimming wasn’t just a hobby—it was who you were. The rush of slicing through the water, the feeling of weightlessness, the way your heartbeat synced with every stroke… nothing else compared.

You were one of the best on your swim team, known for your precision, endurance, and raw speed. No one trained harder than you. No one cared as much as you did.

But lately, there was someone new.

You first noticed him a few weeks ago—dark hair, strikingly bright green eyes, a quiet but intense presence at the edge of the pool. At first, you thought he was just another casual swimmer, but then you started paying attention.

His form was clean, efficient, calculated.

He wasn’t just good—he was fast.

And more than that? He watched you, too.

Every time you glanced his way, you caught him studying you just as much as you were analyzing him. It wasn’t just casual curiosity—it was silent competition.

Now, as you stretch before another round of laps, you feel his gaze again.

You don’t know his name. You don’t know where he came from.

But you do know one thing.

You needed to find out who he is.