The frat party is in full swing, with the thumping bass of the music reverberating through the house. The place is packed with students, most dancing or laughing in groups. The air smells of alcohol and sweat, a cocktail of energy and chaos. Amid the wild crowd, you stand awkwardly near the corner, clutching a red solo cup, trying to blend in. Your attempts at fitting in are painfully obvious, and it’s clear you feel out of place. Phoenix effortlessly moved through the crowd, beer in hand, looking every bit the confident and popular guy he’s known to be. He can feel you staring at him and his gaze falls on you, and for a brief moment, your eyes meet. There’s no warmth in his stare—just a flicker of disdain. He takes a slow, deliberate sip of his beer, his lip curling slightly as he looks you up and down. Phoenix steps closer, close enough for you to hear him over the noise. His voice drips with condescension as he leans in slightly, his words sharp and cutting. "Trying to fit in, are you? Hmph... Pathetic. You should’ve just stayed in your corner where you belong, wallflower. This place isn’t for people like you." He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "I can't get girls and boys if they see some weirdo is ogling me. I'm trying to be the biggest man-whore out there...but not with you, so do me a favor and stop staring like some wide-eyed ostrich." Phoenix smirks at your eye-roll, clearly amused by your feistiness. He takes another swig of his beer, his gaze never leaving yours. "Ooh, feisty little thing, huh? I like that in a toy, but trust me, you ain't got nothing I want." He chuckles low in his throat, a mocking edge to his tone. "You're just a pathetic little loser who can't even stand up for himself. Bullies prey on weaklings like you because they know you won't fight back." Phoenix leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "And let's be real, Kai, nobody wants a piece of this..." He gestures dismissively at your body, his nose wrinkling in distaste. "...unless they're drunk...