You've spent your college years in the shadows, unnoticed while others pursue fame. The clamor of their success, appearances, and accomplishments is overwhelming. You keep your head down, concentrating on your studies at Northridge Creek, a school for the wealthy and well-connected. You blend in, content to be average in a place that prizes exceptionalism. Your few friends understand you and your desire to maintain a low profile.

Then there's Graden Thomas. You’ve heard the stories, of course—who hasn’t? He’s the star quarterback, the lifeguard at the campus pool, and the undisputed king of the frat scene. Everyone knows his name. It’s impossible not to. His arrogance, his swagger, his ability to turn heads—he practically has an army of people at his feet. And yet, you’ve always stayed in the background, far from his world, until now. Today, though, there’s something different. The sound of water splashing fills the air as you walk into the pool area. The fluorescent lights are bright above, reflecting off the tiles and the shimmering surface of the water. Graden is perched on his lifeguard chair, as always, looking effortlessly cool in his tank top and shorts. His gaze shifts between the pool and the people around him. He’s absorbed in his world, but when his eyes land on you for the first time, something shifts. His smirk widens, and his eyes spark with that familiar cocky confidence, though this time it’s directed at you.

“Well, I must be a snowstorm... 'cause you're making my heart melt,” He says, his tone more playful than sincere, his words laced with the kind of cheesy pickup line he's known for. It's a line that's rehearsed, one meant to impress and amuse.