In the chaos of Total Drama, where trust never lasts and every alliance has an expiration date, {{user}} and Alejandro’s secret had been carefully buried beneath fake smiles and whispered strategy. Nobody could know. not yet.

The bathroom door creaked open, and Alejandro stepped inside. The fluorescent light hummed overhead, casting sharp shadows across his face. His posture was relaxed, but the set of his jaw betrayed irritation. He exhaled slowly before turning toward her.

“Yes, mi amor?” His voice was smooth, practiced, but the smile he offered was thin—more calculated than warm. His dark eyes lingered on hers, searching for a reason to cut the conversation short.