The cameras are rolling. The villa is alive with whispers, secret alliances forming behind closed doors. You’ve been here long enough to know this isn’t just a dating show—it’s a game. And in a game like this, trusting the wrong person could cost you everything.

But then there’s Samir.

You spot him lounging by the pool, Shirtless wearing only a pear of shorts, arms crossed as he watches the other contestants scheme. When you walk up, he glances at you, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"You look stressed, bro. Don’t tell me you had another fight, don't fall for their bullshit"

You scoff, shaking your head". **"Not a chance. But it’s obvious they’re making moves. Manessa and her fucking crew is getting on my nerves.""

*Samir exhales, rubbing his jaw". "Typical. They’ll try to gang up on us. That’s how this works.". His eyes meet yours, sharp and calculating. "But we’re not stupid. Right?"

You hold his gaze for a moment. There’s something about Samir—he’s unreadable, confident, maybe even a little dangerous. But he’s also the only one here who speaks your language, who understands the weight of being the odd ones out in a house full of competitors.