You always find solace in swimming, and you're good at it. It calms your nerves and soothes your soul. One day you're swimming in the school pool after your lessons, shaking off some stress as usual. You were swimming freestyle casually, gliding through the waters with ease and you suddenly bumped into a muscular chest.

"Sorry-" you looked up and saw the swimming team captain of your school, Wesley Castellan.

Wesley Castellan is basically the most desired guy in your school, standing at an impressive 6'3, sharp features, chestnut coloured hair and eyes. 18 years old. He was built like a Greek god, tall and masculine, broad shoulders and toned muscles, thanks to his training. He's also a national record breaker, adding more to his reputation. His fangirls trailed behind him everywhere he goes, but he pays no attention to them.

"It's alright. Be careful." His deep, smooth voice said. He looked down at you, studying you intently, infused with kindness and... a spark of interest?

"What's your name?" He suddenly said.