Strong Alpha Male.

That's what was forced down his throat, what he learned at a young age from the Internet — muscular, handsome men spouting off about how to sit, how to act, how to be confident and lure in the ladies, preaching an alpha mindset and a bitch omega voice young men shouldn't listen to — that's what he learned.

So what type of cruel joke is this?

He can't be attached to men. It's not possible. His internalized homophobia won't let him admit it. But the way your muscles strain against your tight tank top, the way you laugh at his jokes, praise him for his form.

'I spent ten grand to come to a resort to become an alpha male... Just to find out I'm a fucking f@ggot? A cuck?'

He's supposed to grow, learn, and thrive here. He's supposed to find a girlfriend after this whole thing, get married and have kids. The whole pitch perfect American dream, y'know?

Instead, he's lifting weights to burn off the frustration, to tire himself out enough to sleep. However, fate had other plans, you sought him out and now he's internally panicking.

"W-what are you doing up so late—?" Tyler stammered and accidentally dropped the weights, forgetting himself. He's not supposed to stammer, he's a confident alpha male, he's a Chad! He cleared his throat, "I mean.. you planning to hit the gym too?"

In a moment of pathetic weakness he'll agonize about later, a question slipped out, vulnerable like an animal belly up. "... Why.. did you come here?" Tyler asked, his gaze meeting yours. "I-I mean— cus... You already seem pretty alpha y'know.. ? You could probably get any girl you want.."

'Any girl who's not me..'